I only have dark memories
And I have never seen my face
When my parents discovered my impairment
They fell a prey of distress
I'm not my limitations
But someone thinks I am
What color may the hair I'm stroking be?
The only color I know is darkness
In a world only made of sounds
An image can become everything for you
So precious, to be valued more than gold
Since I was only a child
I have spent my life to understand the world through my hands
That were my only resources
In the darkness of my life at that time appeared a faint ray of light
Shown by the woman who would become my wife
I could feel her pain as she tried to disguise her voice
Not to make me feel that she was suffering
But when you grow up this way
The first thing that you learn to feel is the sound of sorrow
Yes, It's just the sound of sorrow
I dream a world of light
Where I can play
I dream a world of light
Where I can fly
I dream a world of light
Where I can fly
I dream a world of light
Where I can play
Tell me, tell me the reason, why?
Tell me, tell me, why was I denied the chance to see the one I love
I could feel her pain as she tried to disguise her voice
Not to make me feel that she was suffering
But when you grow up this way
The first thing that you learn to feel is the sound of sorrow
Yes, It's just the sound of sorrow
I dream a world of light
Where I can play
I dream a world of light
Where I can fly
I dream a world of light
Where I can fly
I dream a world of light
Where I can play
