There is a sadness embedded over here
It creeps in between the steel and stone
While we may sit at dinner together
Hearts and minds drowned out by chatter
At night we lie alone
Far from our countries, far from our homes
Broken hearts hung on poster-board walls
With pictures and phrases and bits of a tune
We all sit and pretend that we aren't in our rooms
The pubs and the clubs keep our feet here
Even while our minds wander the paths we know
But when the music fades and dancing stops
After friendly goodbyes and quiet walks
At night we lie alone
I remember that feeling, dimly. For what it's worth, it does soften. The bittersweet end is the part I remember most.
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