Nobody Knows
Through the eyes of sadness
She finds her way through every day
Each time she falls
Nobody knows
As the day is breaking
She hears the music
No one hears it playing now
Nobody knows
Too many fears all these years
There she goes
Hiding her face in a place
Nobody knows
She can’t find a way out
And she never will
Somehow it seems all of those dreams
Haunt her still
Through the smile that hides each trace
Of the face she never shows to herself
Or to you
Nobody knows
Too many fears all these years
There she goes
Hiding her face in a place
Nobody knows
©1995 Glen F. Nemeth • All Rights Reserved
1992. You've seen them before, those lost women we call "bag ladies."
Many of them are mentally ill, in need of medication they will never get,
enshrouded in wispy, tangled threads of memory and fantasy. We see them
no more clearly than we see the shadows they cast, and it's likely they
see themselves in the same way.
— Glen
Nobody Knows