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