Born without sight
but I can see reason,
I reason that people and animals hurt like me, because I feel hurt.
Born without sound
but I can listen,
to the silent care that others give, even when I do not know them.
Born without words
but I can show, in ways that you can reason or listen too.
I cannot see, hear, nor speak your words,
but I think I understand your love, don’t I belong with you too?
Imperfect Creation by Why Keen