The pattering of the musical rain,
the clattering of the rushing train.
The sighing of the wispy wind,
I hear them all in my confined mind.

There is no colours, there is no light
Though I stand out in sunshine so bright.
What colour the sky is, what blue is like,
I know of none for they both are alike.
A sea of black, where there is no sight,
born into a world of darkness, pale and white.

Society is unjust, oppressive and degrading,
they are just people blindly masquerading.
Great pretenders who at a glance seem kind,
I see their sins, their lies though I am blind.