I am the shoe that dosn't fit
The leader standing without support
The flower growing in darkness
The judge without a court

I am the soul struggling for survival
The body without blood
The lungs without air
The earth stained with mudd

I am the candle without fire
The stomach without food
The mind without a concious
The person without a mood

I am the paper without lines
The knife thats dull
The necklace without a diamond
The person without legs yet stands tall

I am the book without words
The pen without ink
The pop without caffine
I am your missing Link

Silent Speaker

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missing-link-4/