Giants

Deafened by silence,

Blinded by sight.

Sometimes it's hard,

To find out what's right.

We walk in the gloom,

Surrounded by mists.

Always too ready,

To use our  fists.

Through closed eyes,

We view all of our dreams.

And learn to soon,

That nothing's as it seems.

When we grow up,

Our senses will be dulled.

And into dark ways,

We soon are lulled.

But we shall walk in bright places,

And stay true to our hearts.

Leaving no stones unturned,

When playing our parts.

We'll stay close to those,

Who mean us no ill will.

Then maybe my friend,

There will be hope for us still.

We'll choose our paths well,

And hold our heads high.

For we are giants!

And we can reach for the sky.