Lost in my own little world
I am a child of no words.
I can only write what I feel
and pray that this'll work.

I am trying to explain that I am someone
but they don't understand.
And they all seem to get mad at me
whenever I use my hands.

Every night I'm in the dark
and all I can do is cry.
Because nobody seems to like me
and I can't figure out why.

One day I met this lady
and I began to write.
Then all of a sudden I saw the tears
coming from her eyes.

She took the pen and wrote
that she understands how i feel.
Because of this I knew
that all of her tears were real.

Lost in my own little world
I am a child of no words.
For I am deaf, but I can feel
the warmth of true comfort.

Then this woman took my hand
to let me know she understands.
I think that all of you can guess
that she is a child of no words too.

© Running River