I sing with a voice that is not my own,
I cry with the tears of another.
My ears hear the sound of a crushing force,
Though my soul hears the soul of a brother.

From deep within the shadowy glance,
Behold the eyes of the other.
And before you mistake the forgiving embrace,
Know it's the arms of the other you trace.

I dance to a song that has no rhythm,
And yet the other can follow it beat.
And the path that I take is riddled with pain,
For I act as a guide to the other's domain.

My dreams are my own,
But that's all I can claim.
For the other has taken,
All else from my aim.