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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