He who is lost upon the bank
A river streaming through his blood.
Tonight he screams,
A body no more
A shell so empty and vacant without a single dream.
May he be of she.

She who walks and never moves
A pool of tears fall from the sky upon her.
Tomorrow she cries
A whole being lost
A broken being in nothing but emptiness without love
May she be of he

They walk feeling numb
They hold nothing in their hands
Now they shout
A human I am
A being with a past, a present, and a future.
May we be whole of us.