@Bryskie
The story of the dumb, the blind, and the lame
In every phase of life, there is something right and wrong Every creature is blind, dumb, and deaf Your surroundings are dark, eternal night The shape and color of the world has deprived you Don't worry, friend, you were born that way You are blind to the world, you are free from sin The real world is not far from you Many of us live just like you 'Unseen,' inaudible, at times mad Towards the pursuit of holy living You love to sing, you can't do it Shouts of heart and emotion to none of your attention Ten fingers, friend, that's where they'll listen to you No matter how you are born, you are superior to anyone What matters to you is music, to you what matters Silent around, the song is inaudible Blessed are you, my friend, the noise of the world On a binge like you, there is no moaning, no commotion 'Unseen,' inaudible, at times mad Towards the pursuit of holy living
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