His voice is the radio
his guitar is life
his eyes and mine are very bright
many don't see him
heart is pure
many don't see him
he is superman
his mood is a tornado that spins and spins
sometimes damages, that gets repaired again
two minds similar, two hearts the same
"stupid"
"worth nothing"
"where are you going?!"
"what are you doing?!"
he thinks he is a failure because he is different
but many don't see it
his walk is my pride
his talk is my stride
many can't see him
they can't hear him
"I wish I could see the angels faces when they hear your sweet voice sing"
sweet voice
sweet voice
voice sing