When I see you walking down alone
The road is fast against your pavement slow.
When there's not a lot to call your own
And you've known no place to call a home

I promise.

When ambitions inchoate their sunshine lives
And their distant lecterns teach a swooning style
And judging eyes turn down to tell you why
For you it's just a day you must survive.

I promise.

When happy faces look to book a place
And hands and arms do hook to share their chase
For choice and grace and warm embrace
I see you turn and walk… without a face.

So I promise.1