wherever I go, I pass like a breeze unnoticed
I keep stories behind my eyes
but they get saved in my heart,
someday for sharing with,
even know that day is far away to come.
Im a mute letter in a world of noises
a blank page for all people care

They look at me blended with landscape
The knowing hurts so badly but,
I can survive blowing with the wind
staring all, having a word with nobody
empty of messages,
forced to face curiosity in other than human eyes
Im the robinson crusoe without the island
and yet alone like him with the same questions.

I starved
My soul is starved
My hands are empty of friends greetings
My home seems to me so bigger without anyone to talk to
but my heart is hopeful and refuse to quit
There´s been so many years with the clock tickin
in despair for those ones are never there
and the curiosity has bitter and rotten
while thinking that maybe I belong to other world
and therefore Im destined to be that, invisible.