I sit alone, invisible
A shadow glooming everywhere
A whisper in the howling wind
A hole of pity and despair
I sit alone, invisible
No one really knows me
Just a face without a name
A ghost on a silent sea
I sit alone, invisible
Never to be known
A blade of grass in an endless field
Never to be grown
I sit alone, invisible
To small to count for anything
Just a voice to soft to hear
An angel without wings
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"a blade of grass...". that is very nice line.
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