Forever moving on in life,
Always time of instance.
Peace falls upon his world,
Sound is just at distance.
Why do we take it for granted?
A humorous sort of way.
He is the one at the disadvantage,
Yet his everlasting smile will stay.
Tortured inside a prison of dead flesh,
With an optimistic kindred soul.
His life is one huge problem,
A problem he can not control.
Although his life is not fulfilling,
He is the man of no noise.
Nothing seems to please him,
He still maintains his poise.
He is still a man like us all,
Trying to do the good deed.
Pain, torment are not his fault,
The weakness is he can still bleed.
No more from the singing birds,
Not a thing from the roaring van.
Distanced from the music we hear,
It's just silence of a deaf man.
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