Father Callahan passed by, Rosary hanging from his cincture
Only one of many Faces in the crowd
Not a single Star was available to Light up the sky
It was more of a mirage than an oasis in the crowd
People were impervious even to the worst possible Tragedy
Which merciless apathy erases in the crowd.
A noxious force Came through an implicit Front Door
Flaunting false airs and graces in the crowd.
Such a lovely lady with raven Locks drew Near
Would she Believe she could find open spaces in the crowd?