The Deaf

As I think of you tonight, my eyes are moist.

My vision is blurred like they were on that evening we parted. 

It thundered and rained that evening as it is now.

You couldn’t hear my cry that evening as it was subdued in the din.

Nor can you hear it now, 'cause you're far away from me.

If providence brings us together again,

I would wish that memory be erased, 'cause

I never want to be reminded of that stormy night that made me cry in pain.