A whole world surrounds me
A world that most cannot see
Millions of people walk down the street
Seeing the sadness ain’t a treat
I see they have nightmares haunting
And I see constant taunting
The hidden voices are seldom heard
They fly to me like a little bird
There are whispers in the dark
They light up a room like a spark
I see them on their knees
They are just begging please
Their wishing for their Hero
But their hopes are at zero
Only people like them can see them
And I'm staring at 'em
Everyone is like them
Even me and you
Believe me it’s true
At least once
April 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem