No sound I'll hear from day to day
A silent world in disarray.
A world that echoes constant fear
Will I plummet or persevere?
I'll try so hard to talk to you,
But those who'll know my language, few.
I'll speak by hand, write in the air,
Hear with my eyes, watching with care.
Come give me your hand, a friendship found,
Sing beautiful songs without making a sound.
There's so much I wish to share with you
I just hope to God I'll hear you too.















maralisa



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