Eyes That Listen

With eyes that listen when my ears cannot I feel things others never get to feel, I see the world for what others do not. The cluttered world of sound described as fraught I wouldn’t know. Mine’s quiet, honest, real With eyes that listen when my ears cannot. I won’t be ungracious, and I thank God In the silence of my own mind’s appeal I see the world for what others do not. I convey what sound junkies long forgot, like listen deep, and empathize for real With eyes that listen when my ears cannot. And my tone uncontrolled but I will not Be ashamed. Nothing about me is unreal; I see the world for what others do not. And because my voice fails, my heart says a lot; My hands shouting the endless grace I feel With eyes that listen when my ears cannot I see the world for what others do not.