Just another number
Another face in another town
Living a life so ordinary
A nameless helping hand
Just passing time
Waiting for the change
Soon it will come
Then a number will come alive
One
The chosen one
One
The lonely one
Aon
An aon ã¡raidh
Aon
An aon glic
Just another face
A passing ship in the crowd
Not given a second glance
An ordinary average face
That waits patiently
For the change to come
So then the face becomes
The one that faces the crowd
And it's voice
Will speak the word
And the face
Will be recognised by all
One
The chosen one
One
The lonely one
Aon
an gä rach geal
Aon
An cãÆobair chon fear-seä rsa..
SgrãÆobh 8th an t-Samhainn 1995
