Who Am I? I Am!

who am i? whose voice do you hear when i growl? whose face do you see when i moan? i am the train that hasnt come for twenty years, the tracks left to whimper like a deserted bride. i am the lock rusted, and the key that is lost. i am the cross of silver on the neck of the corpse. i am the soldier come home to no home at all. i am the father burying his only son. i am the vote not cast, the prayer unspoken. i am the homeless shelter, and the house in the suburbs. i am the husband and wife, splitting after 25 years. i am the abused child, the worker without a job. i am two young men who are in passionate love, and the families that turned their backs. i am the young boy and girl making love for the first time, when nothing else matters. i am the empty church, and the library closed down. i am laws that take away the individual's rights. i am a poet, a hammer, a wheelbarrow, and a bag of used clothes, left on the doorstep of the family in need....