How Shallow

A face in a crowd a forest scene
A blue bird in flight and courage sustain
A new born baby a silent existence
The face in the crowd a desired vengeance
How shallow the heart that walks alone.

A bloody virtue salute the night
As free as the bird absolute and precise
An old regret and lingers with wisdom
A new found friend that makes you feel welcome
How shallow the heart that seeks the truth

A cliche that bores a thousand blunt arrows
Ten billion events the death of an ego
They climb the walls to find level ground
To be one with peace would be profound
How shallow the heart that follows the wrong path.

At the end of the scales and never in sight
The beginning of life with whom you confide
Written in gold the list of betrayal
The face in the crowd once drained but now hopeful
How shallow the heart that dies alone.