Sitting on the public bus,
I study every face I see.
Everything that happens to us,
everyone is drowning in their sea.

I see the teenager's face
with eyes filled with tears.
Yet there's no trace
of her deepest fears.

I see the woman's tired eyes
with a mind that's all clouded
Her wit to figure lies
makes me confounded.

I see the young boy,
crying out his heart
because he lost his toy
and his new chart.

I see the newly born,
cuddling to his mother.
Innocence is what he's worn
oblivious of any other.

Everyone has their story
that has ups and downs.
You've to control your worry
because everyone drowns.