The expectation

I've been walkin along this crowded road
wishing i know the face of the people in my mind
none of them show me the feeling that i'm looking for

how long will i walk and starring to the pavement?
Maybe something drop there and give me a clue
no light that give me a shine in every corner in town
to make me clear to see where i'm standing now

how long will i open my eyes?
To catch every voice that will conscious me
that the time for me is come
to give me the best picture in the eyes

how long will i stare to the street?
Hoping that there will be someone out there
looking at me and give me a simply smile
to take me out of this misery

how long will time come over me?