Voices crying in the dark

Reaching for the closed off hearts

Fumbling for a desperate spark

Mumbling, not allowed to talk

A song is rising in the air

Penned in anger and despair

A song that’s penned for deaf ears

As half the world cannot hear

If you can’t see it

Then you must be it

It shouldn’t be a problem at all

A song is rising in the air

Penned in anger and despair

A song that’s penned for deaf ears

As half the world cannot hear

You say that it’s history

Good luck and may the best man win

And that is still the recipe

In the giant lottery

If you can’t see it

Then you must be it

If you can’t see it

Then you must be it

It shouldn’t be a problem at all