Wandering still..

Her laughter was ringing in the air,
the eyes told a happy story,
if you asked her how she felt
she smiled and said "couldn't have been better,"
but the pain inside her knew better
the cigarette's , the wines, the perfumes ..
the richness all around..
couldn't fill up the hollowness inside her,
she ached in her heart and she tried to reach out,
and she knew how alone she was,
she looked back and she looked around,
and her eyes searched for someone she knew
despite the crowd that knew her "so well"..
she wanted to go home,
but had no one to go back to,
she wanted to walk through the woods,
but had no one to walk with..
she could be your lover, she could be your slave
she could be your dream, she could be your friend,
she could be all of this and more
because she still wanted to know
who she really was..
when she'd count the stars at night,
and let the loneliness engulf her
she'd know that
nothing she had was hers..
and the happy life
wasn't happy enough..