The Crowd

I was never afraid of them, or how they perceived me,

But I was afraid of her, and what she believed…

Her eyes met mine and slowly with time I gathered the courage to approach,

She led me on,

And twirled to the song,

Of sin and masquerade,

I took a risk and received my wish,

As the masses applauded our dance.

A timid man and a gorgeous lass,

Finally together, o’er, alas!

Not a care in the World,

Not a care to give,

For the two laughed on as the outliers wished,

For they wished it was I!

They wished it was he!

Who had the girl in hand and a pint of mead.

Yes, the lad was lucky, who danced with the girl,

For this one night changed his World.