Walking among common folk
In a strange surrounding
Familiar to them...
Foreign, to another
Amid expressions and motives
Showing each true intention
A place where even shadows fade
Where left are but memories
But always remaining
Unseen but not unknown
A voice, an act, just being
Alit in the spirit of good men
Their hearts know right
Ever near, sometimes dear
Though bad for those forsaken
Their ways for self interest
Disguise the reality of it
Always present, granted so
Sometimes tucked away
The oddity of the gravity
Benevolence in accessibility
Will not mask the truth