Dead Melody

Dance with the blind
Sing with the deaf
Feel past your mind
And alas it's ineff'

To frolic with sight;
Is to see only skies
To know not of light;
Is the fate of our eyes

To hear without sound
What a peculiar thing
For they are bound;
To transcend as they sing

Be who you are
A phrase of cliche
You'll need to look far;
For a soul as they say

Sing a tune of your own
and Ignore What i've said
For These words i've sown;
Are hollow and dead

Dance with the blind
Sing with the deaf
Feel past your mind
and alas it's ineff';
To dance with the blind
And Sing with the deaf