What Good this deafness

That my whole life I had

Dread

What good this deafness

With this voices in my head



What good this deafness

If this prattle I must hear

If I were blind I'm sure they

Wouldn't disappear



Did you really want to believe

What you're saying

Did you really want to be here

Alone

Have I interrupted a moment

of praying

While your life's decaying

Your sins are they weighing

While you've been carving your

stone

All on your own



Did you really want to sit here

In silence

Could it be that brooding is

Part of your art

Is it an extension of artistic

License

A moody defiance

Of all of life's Tyrants

While you've been searching

Your heart

Alone with us in the dark.