they cast a shadow on me; i'm not visible

the depths of seas, the soft warm breeze; please don't call me terrible

the colours of a rainbow, the melodious piano; i'm not audible

the sparkling blade, the fear fades; i'm just not plausible.

the ache to cry, the hope to die; am i that horrible?

the cannot cast a shadow on me; i'm visible

the depths of seas, the soft warm breeze; can't hear them call me terrible

the colours of a rainbow, the melodious piano; to me, i'm audible

the sparkling blade, need to learn to wade; don't have to be plausible

no ache to cry, no hope to die; i'm not horrible