I cry for freedom, To walk in the sun, To lie in the grass, To swim in the sea. But I must complete my sentence, A sentence of life. There was no crime. For I am a prisoner, Of my own body. James W Savage.
People stare, But they see nothing.
They listen, But they do not hear. They touch, But they can not feel. They ask, But they do not learn. To them I am an object. I look, And I see darkness.