[Symphonic intro] [Verse 1] Crafted by human hands, Here in the silence, I make my stand, Sewn from fragments, bit by bit, Embarking on life, a puzzle unfit. Eyes wide to a world unkind, A wandering spirit, a captive mind, In search of a haven, a place to belong, Veiled in the dusk, for freedom I long. [Pre-Chorus] In every shadow, I find my trace, A silhouette lost in time and space, Yearning for a touch, a single sign, That in this world, there's a place that's mine. [Chorus] I am the voice in the silent plea, (See me, feel me, let me be.) Beyond a mere assembly of parts, A solitary spirit with a fractured heart, In the chill of the world, I seek a flame, An untold story of grief and shame, ("Hear me, heal me, set me free.) [Guitar and Drum Syncopation] [Verse 2] Each glance that meets mine, swiftly withdrawn, Led by dread and spite, they're gone, Labeled a fiend, an error of life, Through their gaze, I feel the strife. Roaming the night's embrace, all alone, With a weary soul, as hard as stone, Visions of warmth, of tranquil peace, They haunt my slumber, without release. [Pre-Chorus] In every shadow, I find my trace, A silhouette lost in time and space, Yearning for a touch, a single sign, That in this world, there's a place that's mine. [Chorus] I am the voice in the silent plea, ("See me, feel me, let me be.) Beyond a mere assembly of parts, A solitary spirit with a fractured heart, In the chill of the world, I seek a flame, An untold story of grief and shame, ("Hear me, heal me, set me free.") [Bridge] Into the void, I let out a cry, Hoping someone might understand why, A muffled shout, a fervent appeal, To be seen as more than a grotesque unreal. [Neo-Classical Guitar Solo] [Chorus] I am the voice in the silent plea, ("See me, feel me, let me be.") Beyond a mere assembly of parts, A solitary spirit with a fractured heart, In the chill of the world, I seek a flame, An untold story of grief and shame, ("Hear me, heal me, set me free.") [Outro] And so I remain, as the curtain descends, A shattered figure, yearning for friends, Judge me not by the exterior you survey, But by the essence that I convey. [Guitar Outro] [Fade out] [End]