I only have dark memories and I have never seen my face When my parents discovered my impairment they fell a prey of distress I'm not my limitations, but someone thinks I am
What color may the hair I'm stroking be? the only color I know is darkness
In a world only made of sounds an image can become everything for you so precious, to be valued more than gold
Since I was only a child, I have spent my life to understand the world through my hands that were my only resources In the darkness of my life at that time appeared a faint ray of light shown by the woman who would become my wife
I could feel her pain as she tried to disguise her voice, not to make me feel that she was suffering, But when you grow up this way, the first thing that you learn to feel is the sound of sorrow yes, It's just the sound of sorrow
I dream a world of light where I can play I dream a world of light where I can fly I dream a world of light where I can fly I dream a world of light where I can play
Tell me, tell me the reason, why? Tell me, tell me why was I denied the chance to see the one I love
I could feel her pain as she tried to disguise her voice, not to make me feel that she was suffering, But when you grow up this way, the first thing that you learn to feel is the sound of sorrow yes, It's just the sound of sorrow
I dream a world of light where I can play I dream a world of light where I can fly I dream a world of light where I can fly I dream a world of light where I can play