Eloquence comes in the darkest places 
The body may not have strength to move 
But intelligence is found beyond faces 
The written word is where I am to prove 

I may not speak well or with joy 
But assembling letters for the world 
Is the weapon that I will deploy
Without ever having to speak a word

My demeanour is full of nervousness 
People can see my agitation clearly 
But what they would never guess 
Is that I wish to be accepted dearly