I walk through streets without a name,
where no one sees me all the same.
A shadow only,breath of air,
the silence where I disappear.

No footprints do I leave behind,
no eyes will catch what's on my mind.
Yet here I live,so full of grace,
hidden within the busy space.

Invisible, but not without voice,
I whisper soft-you hear the noise.
In every glance,in every sign,
I'm always near-though none divine.