Can I show you my way?
Without the distractions of laughter.

Love at first hand your eyes engrossed,
Conducting the opera that is my life.

Would you understand if I began to stare, that your lips can't tell me of unspoken words.

Language minority people would agree.
So open your eyes and hear me speak.

Come closer and listen to my words in the air.
Try to understand I am not invisible.

Will you lend a hand?