Marie Coppla’s Registered & Protected Blog Entry

Someone In The CrowdSaw him sitting there in the crowdFor a moment remembered the things he has done; like a thief stole youth’s dreams, innocence and possibility with one touch, the anger, rage and pain, how through the journey the spirit cleans up the mess he madeThe moment over, turn and walk away, remember what has been done to live and thriveIn a new life he has no place, no longer a face or a name, now just someone in the crowd