Sometimes, I wonder if you realize I’m here.
Do you ever think I’m the answer to your prayer?
Your indifference to my appearance is rare.

So here I stand in front of the promised one,
The guy with all the luck and then some.
How does it feel to have all the fortune in the world?
And yet to be completely broke?

Don’t you want to know why I’m here?
Don’t you want to know why I care?
Cause look again, I’m not transparent like you.

I figure you don’t notice anything at all,
Your eyes turned to gold a long time ago.
And the image you paint yourself is thin.

When I ask the father why I’m sent to you,
He says you have a lot of harm to undue.
So, I ask again, how does it feel?
To have all the fortune in the world?
And yet to be completely broke?

Don’t you want to know why I’m here?
Don’t you want to know why I care?
Look again, I’m not transparent like you.

© 1999 Laurie Markvart from the song “Transparent” for the band Stepfoot