The Soul Who Had No Name

The soul who has no name,
Cries out for all who remain.
Destiny calls out into the skies,
The soul with no name could never die.

As this man walks alone,
Into a street of faces he has never known.
Upon this day he has arrived,
To make it through to the other side.

On this road he travels, it goes on and on.
But he still doesn't know where he belongs.
As time itself shall reveal,
The feelings he is trying to conceal

Searching for the truth itself,
His life an open book lying on the shelf.