portraits in glass

wakefield street photography, candid portraits in the rain

 

Where is it that this morning takes you

With your shape that is consumed by rain

Your silhouette that keeps on falling through

Your restless shadow never still upon the plane

 

You are drifting through these empty streets

With a face unseen amongst these crowds

Your music is for anyone with heartbeats

But Those sentiments are always disallowed

 

You are the stranger with a face upon the glass

You look heavy in your everyday disguise

With an empty smile for everyone you pass

An unknown soldier hiding beneath cyan skies

 

It's as if the words have all elapsed

And you just keep walking through the smoke

You wanna change it but your all relapsed

You earn the world but you're still broke

 

They never even know your name

Your just a whisper on these cardboard streets

You lose it all and still proclaim

It's all just history that plays and then repeats

Done