The Unheard

Here and there, the unheard resides

A face so unsual

A face no one can describe

A face, ignored

Abandoned in the cold forest alone

A thunder stops by and turns to the other side

"Do you have some spare change sir?" the gentle voice replied

The bolt then vanished at the speed of light

Drifting away the voice slowly dies

With pounding cries from deep inside

Hungry, and alone

"Let's hope I survive in this gloomy night."

A history made that can be changed

Yet nobody! Nobody listens! 

Here and there, the unheard resides