My world is so quiet, I can't even hear an alarm at all
It does no good to answer the phone, when you call
Things people take for granted, I cherished every day
Now I live without sound, It's been taken away

My ears are for decoration, because now they don't work
Sounds may be for others, for me they don't lurk
Sometimes I can read lips, if their speech is plain
If they talk too fast, it is like the pouring rain

I miss the company of the spoken voice
The loss of hearing gave me no choice
I search within, to remember how you sound
It's not the same, I wish my hearing could be found

I live within the silence, with quiet as my friend
I long for the sounds, and wish this would end
I'll live in this world, but I'll keep hoping too
That I'll be able to hear again, just like you

Living in a world without sound is so very quiet
and lonely. The comfort of a friend is either in
person, or words on a screen. It's not the same.
Being in the dark you think would be great if quiet,
but it's very scary. Crossing the street by myself,
shouldn't be scary, yet it is. I fear my own company
at times. Nothing is the same, everything has changed.
Because my ears can not hear.

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