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
Composição: Sylvie Grare, L.v. Beethoven, D. Chesneau