As I sat down looking at a view,
With buildings to watch yet a few,
I saw nothing but sadness,
I saw nothing but madness,
I saw nothing but cruelty,
I saw nothing but no humanity,
I saw nothing but pain,
I saw it but to remain,
I saw no body to hear my cry,
I saw no body to lift me high,
I saw no body or nothing around,
I saw nothing only my poor soul sound,
I still watch, I still look, I still sigh, I still weep like a willow,
I look for a home as I have none,
I look for a family as I have none,
I look for relief as I have none,
I look for peace where is none,
I look for joy still missing and gone,
You may feel what I am in,
You may pray when you sin,
You may think of me or not,
You may help or not,
With other looking at me,
Who is this one, who is he?
Who is this intruder and refugee,
Still all humans once were up high,
Yet one apple made them say bye!
You know, I am you and you are me,
We were yet still born not free!
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