I don't see you anywhere, not even in myself.
It seems most everyone else can see you there.
I feel nothing like you, unworthy of being compared.












































































































If in my life I get to be one thing,
I'd want to be half as good and strong as you.
I can't just sit around and miss you anymore.
I have to move, I have to strive for something.

I sing to you
I hear you pray
I watch you cry
But, I can't cry,
Can I?

So why is it that when I get most attached,
When I need you most, you're gone?
I try to talk to you,
To find you in the beauty of life,
But I can't.
No one appreciates a soul's beauty more than me
But there's nothing beautiful about your yellow skin,
Your fragile frame,
Your swollen stomach.

I sing to you
I hear you pray
I watch you cry
But, I can't cry,
Can I?

I can't cry because then it will be real.
You'll be gone forever, for the rest of my life
I'll be alone.
Waiting for life to happen to me,
When I should happen to life.