When did I notice
how dispensable I am,
how little I truly matter-
Who are the people
who stand up for me,
who fight my little battle-
Where do I go
if neglected I feel,
if disappointment tinges my life-
Whose shoulder do I rest
my weariness on today
when beset by inner strife-
Whom do I ask
about nebulous fears,
about cares which have no name-
How do I cry
when the heart dies,
drowned in an excess of pain-
Why do I seek
excuses for those
who seek to open my wound-
When I will sing
where harmony abides,
a song set to my silent tune-