• Can you hear his voice?
    To the rhythm off our drums?
    He's the mute singer
    The mind entangled by his hums

    His songs are from the soul
    Yet many turn away art
    He won't stay ignored
    To him, it's a message, but to others no part

    He speaks unto no one
    And lays there unheard
    There he prepares
    With a pure voice like a bird

    From himself he gains triumph
    Aware of his deeds
    Yet continues to not speak
    Disregarding their pleads

    He's always determined
    His words fight against fears
    Though one wouldn't think
    That his eyes would be full of tears.