I am the cry in the night that no one hears.
I am the wolf alone is his old age.
I am the leaf trampled underfoot.
I am the wailing of the wind through the trees.
I am the whispers of footsteps in the shadows.
I am the lost which are not found.
I am the shadow not claimed.
I am the voice that no one listens for.
I am the eyes that are not seen.
I am a crossed out line in the story of time.
