Bereft Of Sky
No one wants to believe that when you can't see
Your eyes are in your hands
With closed eyelids, heart's in your ear
No one wants to believe disability
Deepens your senses when you're deaf or blind
You only descry what you feel inside
Hearing a voice without a face
Or seeing light without sound
Hating silence when you're voiceless
Unable to cry around
No one knows why my life can be so unfair
I'm trying to know but no one never seems to care
No one knows but I can find the reason why
Here some of them know
why I have got to live bereft of sky
No one wants to believe that when you can't hear
The move of the lips is a real guide
You can even feel the rhythm of love
So I want to believe if I had the choice
I'd rather be dead than deaf
If I had the choice I will keep my voice
I'd rather be dead than deaf
But what's the worse I can't tell
Anyway if I were blind I'd still write and sing
With my hands I'd touch the essential
And know what the word listen means
And love eyes closed
Writer/s: D. Chesneau / L.V. Beethoven / Sylvie Grare
