As a forlorn spirit of Smallville
I
at my many incarnations
that became invisible
I
and now I can feel my limbs
Why couldn
when I lived among them?
But I
as a forlorn spirit of Smallville, I
I woke up today to feel
what it's like to taste
a plate full of food
that the world would often waste
I'm the spirit of the hungry
and now I'm finally fed
I dreamed someone would share
but they turned their backs instead
But I
as a forlorn spirit of Smallville, I
The base of the cross is a level plane
but through many eyes, never seen the same.
There were friends in my youth
before that I turned grey
My words once held meaning
now I have nothing to say
I'm the spirit of the aged
and finally I found home
Why was I forgotten
and left all alone?
But I
as a forlorn spirit of Smallville, I
But we
as forlorn spirits of Smallville, we
as forlorn spirits of Smallville, we
© 2003 Terry G. Reed