I don't seem bothered by the day's scream
The stream of misery wallowing in their eyes
Has not found its victim in me
I am floating far above its path of destruction
It has raised its tentacles to try and grab me
But I am invincible to its wicked schemes

I am probably made of anti-matter or some unknown substance
Something totally not understood
I have no worries and concerns
My daily bread is made of faith, Hope and Love
I am a spiritual being wrapped in the clothes of humanity

Everything...