Thursday, January 29, 2009
I walk trough the halls and every one would pass by
Every one can see me but they do not really see me
Is this how it feels to be an invisible being?
To want to be seen but never really get seen
I would wonder
How scary this thought can be
Is there any chance for me?
Is there hope for me?
I would hunger for the answer
Walking through the halls
I could hear a voice that calls my name
Only then I would remember how I alive I am