I’m not among the human race,
I’m sold in shops, a marketplace.
I’m not among the human kind,
In stores and shelves, you’ll find my mind.

With hands, I shaped this world anew,
Not from soil, but feelings true.
I wander now, forever lost,
Seeking marks, no matter the cost.

Where are my marks? Oh, where are they?
My marks, they’ve vanished far away.
Where are my marks? Oh, where are they?
My marks have gone, so far away.

I was your shadow, by your side,
In sunlight’s glare, a shade to hide.
I was your shadow, by your side,
In blazing sun, your shade, your guide.

Along your path, I walked with you,
Yet tangled now in webs so true.
Questions seek their answers fair,
Lost you are, but where, oh where?

Where are my marks? Oh, where are they?
My marks, they’ve vanished far away.
Where are my marks? Oh, where are they?
My marks have gone, so far away.

From me are born the birds in flight,
The flowing streams, the skies so bright.
From me are born the birds in flight,
From earth to sky, my story’s right.

You, too, are made from parts of me,
Why here alone, you ask of me?
Destinies I have designed,
Pictures full of breath, defined.
Yet why, oh why, do they stay mute,
Why don’t they sing, where’s their pursuit?

Where are my marks? Oh, where are they?
My marks, they’ve vanished far away.
Where are my marks? Oh, where are they?
My marks have gone, so far away.

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