"I pity the deaf girl" they say:
Her mind is off in a land far away.
She can, she can't, she might, she might not;
In a big ole trap she is caught.
They doubt her, they decieve her;
In herself, she is not a believer.
They take away her fight;
Tell her she cannot take flight.
Nobody tries to get to know her inflicting danger;
Hate is all she has ever felt from these strangers.
"Why me?" she cries at night;
She wonders why she feels this lonlieness inside.
Her mind, she tres to distract;
But all those memories come rushing back.
In a fishbowl, she is viewed.
Yet she is asked why she always has a mood;
In people, she wants her faith renewed;
She only wants a life pure and true.
But hey, what's a girl to do?
Where will it start? Will it start with you?