I am invisible, hidden, unseen
No one knows where I am, or where I’ve been
These moments pass by, alone, unshared
Nobody was there, nobody that cared
The fire of sunset, the swirl of cloudscapes
The swan on the river - the ripples it makes
The dance of lightning, the song of thunder
Alone I wander, alone I wonder
All this great beauty, the pain deep inside
With no one to tell, it’s easy to hide
This they call freedom, living the dream
I am invisible, phantom, unseen
— Wayne Visser