I hear in the distance a call for help
But none heed it
I feel in my heart the pain of the world
But none see it
I cry in the mornin at the rising of the sun
But feel not its splendor
I yearn for the warmth and the light of a friend
But am alone
I shout to the people of all the world
But they hear nothing
And in the distance the hand moves
And none will know until too late