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