Hand Language--It's my way of expressing
The words that I choose to be spoken.
They always seem to get broken.
Hand Language--It's my way of speaking.
My voice-- It lays here in this ink pen;
It wants to get out. It's fighting to get out.
But who. Who will listen when I speak?
Nobody. Not even will these hollow walls listen when I start to weep.
This is my hand language.
It's strong. Its the way I feel.
Hand Language--
Its my way of expression.
My way of speaking,
It's strongly the way that I feel,and that is why
I choose to keep it so real.