Touch, does it feel?
Tears, does it heal?
Being and why?
Living, to die.
Born as one or linked to muse?
To who then God, to you, are you alive?
Is that why I can't see you
Is that why you are all oh mighty, superior one?  
Thoughts, these are
And no you're not for that isn't vivid?
Touch, I feel.
Tears, are mine.
Being, I am.
Living as vivid, to you almighty one!