Perpetual existence,
Renders us unclean,
Silent killers anger,
Renders us unseen.

Manual labor makes us,
Quietly unknown,
Tear the fabric of our soul,
How must it be sewn?

We decide to wander freely,
Lights behind your eyes,
Shadows gather lightly,
To cut through all the lies.

Men remember life,
As if it were a game,
Exclude our fellow man,
We are one and the same.

Our origins confuse us,
As to who we really are
Memories remind us,
Of long forgotten scars.