I live, I am seen As a error of the wind Falling toward the blurry doorway Never finding my way in The windowpanes surrounding, Are paid with pocketfuls of raindrops That drip down to my shaken hands And sadly caress my fingertips… Proving to the earth, That I am but a grain of sand Too small, to be mistaken Too wretched to live a life Worth living… On the other face of clouded skies My thoughts endure, as forgotten lies You see a figure, pleading to the light It's me, My everlasting sacrifice