• Ah, there, just for a moment--I thought you saw me.
    But I look back, and...no, you keep walking,
    As though I had never passed you by.

    Can you even see me at all?
    No, of course not--
    I'm too unimportant to be seen,
    Like an insect, a spider,
    A fly on the wall.

    What about the others that crave to be seen?
    Can you see them, feel them, hear them?
    What about those that just want to be noticed?
    That small moment, that thought--can you give it to them?

    We are the Invisible--
    Those who only want to be seen,
    Who cannot even be heard.
    We are the Fallen--
    Those who only want to be heard,
    Who cannot even be touched.
    We are the Souls--
    Those who only want to be loved,
    Who cannot even be hated.
    We are the Invisible--
    We want to be known,
    We want to be seen.

    There, just for a moment--I thought you heard me.
    But I look up, and...no, you keep talking,
    As though I had not said a word.