You See, The Deaf Have An Intimacy

The Tiniest Dream That You Make Happen Is Worth More Than The Biggest Dream That You Never Attempt.

I'm Not The Only Kid Who Grew Up This Way, Surrounded By People Who Used To Say That Rhyme About Sticks And Stones, As If Broken Bones Hurt More Than The Names We Got Called, And We Got Called Them All. So We Grew Up Believing No One Would Ever Fall In Love With Us, That We'd Be Lonely Forever, That We'd Never Meet Someone To Make Us Feel Like The Sun Was Something They Built For Us In Their Toolshed. So Broken Heartstrings Bled The Blues, And We Tried To Empty Ourselves So We'd Feel Nothing. Don't Tell Me That Hurts Less Than A Broken Bone...

Don't Tell Me That [broken Heartstrings] Hurt Less Than A Broken Bone, That An Ingrown Life Is Something Surgeons Can Cut Away, That There's No Way For It To Metastasize - It Does.

This Is My Voice. There Are Many Like It, But This One Is Mine.

Scrape The Grey Sky Clean. Realize Every Grey Cloud Is A Smoke Screen To Blind Us From The Truth, And The Truth Is Whether We See Them Or Not The Sun And Moon Are Still There, And Always There Is Light.