White Face

Shadows pass across my face wondering where is my place For in this world I do not fit so restlessly, alone i sit You talk of money fortune and fame yet i find this talk somewhat lame It's matters of the heart most concerning me the light within that most don't see I watch the world roll slowly by and knowing it's useless, still I try I'm here for awhile, I have no choice maybe some day you'll hear my voice I am a person looking for a place an open heart, a smilling face A person to listen to understand a person to lend a loving hand Until that day I'll paint my face white a symbol of my lonely plight A mask to wear for all to see until another white face finds me