The world rushes by my face,
This strange world about me,
Smiling couples hand in hand,
They fill me with glee.

But as the time goes by,
And I still stand alone,
I feel rage burning within,
I am truly on my own.

I am the image in the desert,
That fades as you near,
I scream a loud concerto,
Yet I’m a voice you never hear.

I have waited in these shadows,
For days of agony and strife,
Ignored and forgotten like ancient toys,
This my fate for life.

I watch as you shovel in their manure,
Kissing their well made hole,
Whilst the arrival is ignored,
It all takes its toll.

So I shall bid thee farewell,
Though you won’t ever hear,
This is my message,
It is quiet and clear…