With every lyric and melody that slips from my lips,
each word flows as fire in high winds,
but just as the deaf do not find sound, you do not hear.
With each message I write, my hands tense with anxiety,
throat dry as deserts, I find no words,
but just as the dead lie lifeless, you do not feel.
With each wandering state of mind, you captivate my daze,
but just as steel does not shatter, you will not break.
With each smile I form for you, no matter how broken and faded,
just as the blind fail to find sight, you do not see.
With your ears that ring with chatter, you cannot listen,
with your hands that cannot reach mine, you cannot feel,
with your mind so bleak, and walls made of stone, you will not break,
with your eyes wide shut, you cannot see.