He sits on this step everyday,
But he can't see a thing,
His world's not black, it's just a dream,
A paradise, that no one else can see,
People would rather be loved than hated,
they'd rather be hated than unknown,
Well he's known...
But he's so alone.
Maybe when the sun goes down tonight,
He'll disappear like light,
It all looks the same to him anyway,
(So why should we bother with him?)
When he dies will he walk toward the light?
Cause every day's like night,
He can't even find his way back home
(So why should we bother with him?)
He sits on this step everyday,
Questioning reality,
Perception is perfection when you're limited to sound,
Ever wondered how English sounds to some?
He may be blind, but he's not deaf or dumb
If he's never known ugliness,
Then he'll only see beauty in all of this
Maybe when the sun goes down tonight,
He'll disappear like light,
It all looks the same to him anyway,
(So why should we bother with him?)
When he dies will he walk toward the light,
Cause every day's like night,
He can't even find his way back home
(So why should we bother with him?) |
Submission Name: Watching the World With Ears
