I am the spark that lights your soul,the day the night,your knight in
shining armour.
The morning breeze,the wind that waves your hair.
Who am I,I looked down on my soul as far as I could,to where life starts in the undergrowth.
In search of myself,true in spirit,I look into the nothingness,into the living sea but just find a vast wreck of my life esteems.
Who am I,rather strange than the rest.
Like shades in love,my reason is lost.
I am yet,what I am,none cares or knows,who I am.
Who am I.