Have you seen the lonely men
in the crowded rooms
with their heads held high
and eyes full of gloom
where do they belong to
where did they come from
what stories do they recall
what songs do they hum
He had walked among them
in those lonely streets
He had seen them there
into the back they retreats
why do they hide their faces
in such an open place
how to they keep falling
so deep from the grace
He had heard their woes
in those horrible cries
and their hefty laughs
where their pain hides
when will they learn to love
and put their hearts alight
why do they paint the faces
with false colors so bright
