A Crowd of OneThe time we take is what we see

The time we take is what we see
And not the time we get
So wasteful can a moment be
So full of long regret

I hear the crowds as distant seas
Yet never reach their shore
Feel the calming summer breeze
The one I felt before

I walk the streets as one alone
A hermit in the crowd
Some sins I still have to atone
Before I can walk proud