A Hard Head With Love In The Eyes
I feel like a mime, doing eye-catching sign language to someone that is legally blind, but hopelessly I'll continue to look,
praying that the focus of our 2 eyes eventually combine. And my pride is crying, cause I know I'm a fool for still trying. To deaf ears, wise and obvious words are spoken, but my mind is trapped inside of a thick skin, and a skull that is not easily broken.