As a forlorn spirit of Smallville

I’m starrying from a hill

at my many incarnations

that became invisible

I’m the spirit of the handicapped

and now I can feel my limbs

Why couldn’t people see me

when I lived among them?

But I’ll no longer cry, or feel that I’ve been denied

as a forlorn spirit of Smallville, I’ll rest in peace tonight.



I woke up today to feel

what it's like to taste

a plate full of food

that the world would often waste

I'm the spirit of the hungry

and now I'm finally fed

I dreamed someone would share

but they turned their backs instead

But I’ll no longer cry, or feel that I’ve been denied

as a forlorn spirit of Smallville, I’ll rest in peace tonight



The base of the cross is a level plane

but through many eyes, never seen the same.





There were friends in my youth

before that I turned grey

My words once held meaning

now I have nothing to say

I'm the spirit of the aged

and finally I found home

Why was I forgotten

and left all alone?

But I’ll no longer cry, or feel that I’ve been denied

as a forlorn spirit of Smallville, I’ll rest in peace tonight



But we’ll no longer cry, or feel that we’ve been denied

as forlorn spirits of Smallville, we’ll rest in peace tonight.

as forlorn spirits of Smallville, we’ll rest in peace tonight.



© 2003 Terry G. Reed




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