I am sitting under this shady tree br As the world revolves without me br No one dares to look at me br This shadow invisible under the tree br br Like a ghost watching a black and white T.V show br And sounds muted of life’s unwanted voice br With only my soul to smile on this friendly sorrow br Together we fade along the static images of this living mort br br Oh, it feels like home to be alone br Under the caress of life’s cruel hands br And this immense feeling of so much ache br Takes me away to a blissful hell br br And there’ll be no escape br Seeing angels without any faces br Flying along the realms of this illusion br As my soul floats along the vacuities of forever br br This vaguest feeling of being unknown br Crawling along the hidden corners of this universe br Waking me up after a deafening explosion br Now I’m back again under the tree’s shadow.br br Marie Joyce B.