Room Full of Names (Feb 20, 2005)

I think alone in this room of names;
I remember all the times of fun and games.
I look around and wish I’d see;
Someone special, very special to me.
I sit and wait, as a few come in;
But none of these I’d call a friend.
I hear the songs, and the banging of feet;
And think of all sounds of people I'd meet.
Not many are true, or dear to my heart;
But the few who are, are a real work of art.
I cannot look up, or scarred will I be;
All these people around, what do they think of me.
The time passes by, and still I don’t see;
With her always, why can’t I be.
I don’t hear a thing, no not a sound;
All I hear is her voice when she’s not around.
Why is it that I, can’t think of another;
I even think of her while talking to her mother.
Some say its so sweet, its true at first;
But the longer I go, its more of a curse.
The days are long, and the nights are short;
As long as I think of this girl to court.
Patient am I, as I wait for the day;
Waiting, oh waiting, to find a way.