Special

Another gem from the Kristy-Sharon archives...

Moving on...
trying to find
something
to believe in

it's not here.
Is it there?
Is it in the smiling eyes
of a stranger?
Is it in a familiar face?
It must be outside.
How could it be inside me?

In this vacant place
Where no one speaks
And the only sound
Is the breath of the billion stars
Watching over a thousand broken hearts

How did I come to be here?
Why did I choose this vantage point?
And what is the point, after all?

I'm not sure there is one
But that's not to say
That all the things they said
Aren't so

And besides,
they sent flowers.
And remembered my birthday.
And made me feel special.

So here we are, in this place
I think I like it here
But I wonder when I'll stop turning to you
To ask you where we are

Maybe when you don't send me flowers
or remember my birthday
or make me feel special.