I saw him walking down the street
Among that awful crowd.
I saw him once. I really did.
Did I shout outloud?
I walked my way. I wouldn't turn,
So silent and so proud...
I looked straightforward, steps were firm...
I didn't shout outloud.
Was it my fault? Should I have stopped him,
That stranger opposite the street?
Was it my chance? That street is lonely...
And so am I ... I'm off my feet...