In the midst of crowds, amidst the noise,
Amidst the rush, amidst the poise,
There stands a figure, steady, true,
In every face, I search for you.
Through bustling streets and crowded lanes,
I search for you, amidst the strains
Of laughter, chatter, and footsteps loud,
In every face, amidst the crowd.
In eyes that sparkle, in smiles that gleam,
In every face, I seek the dream
Of finding you, amidst the throng,
In every voice, amidst the song.
Though countless faces pass me by,
In every glance, I catch your eye,
For in the midst of crowds, it's clear to see,
It's always you, and only thee.
