A wind passes through me,

Oh so gently,

Yet I stir not,

The wind but a cry,

Heard in my sorrow of unlimited depths,

My arms hang loosely,

Detached from my essence,

Weightless,

I have no strength to stand from my stooped post,

My head ever bowing,

I'm numb,

Numb to the coldness of winter,

The beauty of summer,

The life spring brings,

I'm but a tortured soul,

My roots buried deep into this harsh soil,

Paralyzed,

The wind ever beating down upon me,

How I wish someone would save me from this state of tears,

How I wish I could see the light,

Through the curtains of my eyes,

From afar I look peaceful,

normal,

If only people acknowledged my humanity,

My right to be,

Treated fairly,

If only people didn't just stand by and watch me,

Suffer yet not offer,

A helping hand,

Strength to help me stand,

Am I any less than you,

In value,

Wipe away these tears of pain,

These tears of loneliness,

These tears of humiliation,

Wipe away this life no human deserves to live,

Don't turn your head away in shame,

In helplessness,

Look me in the eyes,

Look me in the eyes.