Never will ye think, he is dumb and mute

A quiet one who cannot hear and speak properly
He is a man and faith to the Creator whom he calls
The Miracle Creator, or our Holy Creator
He said to himself, how could ye divide one into little many ones

The quiet one who cannot hear and speak properly
He is a man and faith to the Creator whom he calls
Ye know what he will say, aye, ye know, or should he
Say, how could ye divide one into little many ones

Repetition, aye, they may get tired to hear, repetition
How tired are they to hear, repetition, repetition
Oh, very tired, they said to themselves, oh, ye know
How could ye divide one into little many ones

He who cannot hear and speak properly
Never will ye think, he is dumb and mute
Never will ye ever think, for he who ye know
Is going to be that the Miracle Creator perceive

Say what ye will, but he who ye know that cannot hear
And speak properly, it will be him that surprises ye
Oh, ye forgive him, his imagination and fantasy
Forgive him for he is a riddle to himself, but listen

He who cannot hear and speak properly
His language is a beauty that paints the eyes
How could ye divide one into little many ones
Repetition, aye, they may get tired to hear, repetition

© Ismael Mansoor