My ears are rattled, Pained by the volume, Plugs to prevent damage, The silence is deafening, Not a sound can be heard, Not a word nor a laugh, Left for me to interpret,
Languages created through the years, Constructing lines to form letters, Sounds connected to each one, Scrambling them all up and calling them our own, Who came up with what?
Waiting quietly, In our dark hole, The light outside during the daytime, A guide for us to know where to go, When we walk out of the dark, We only put ourselves at risk,
