Illusion

Blind can see the heart.

Crippled knows how to fly.

Dumb speak the heart.

Deaf can hear you cry.

We can see the colors, but people,

They are hard to identify.

We solely focus on running the race, a dead life

We don't even try to fly.

We don't speak our mind nor our heart,

Inside them, anguish and vengeance reside.

We are so busy, we listen to the words,

Not the pain Which they hide.