When one is born without hearing, sight, the ability to walk, one naturally adjusts.

Never heard a newborn baby cry
Never heard the sobbing when folks die
But I know why
Sound hurts too much
I hear with eyes
Never heard a chirping bird
Never heard one tiny, spoken word
But please don’t cry
Words hurt too much
I hear with eyes
Never heard massive thunder or rain
Never heard the murmurs of deaths’ pain
I’m sensitive
Sound hurts too much
I hear with eyes
Never heard vehicles crash or screech
Never heard a word of boring speech
I see you sigh
Words hurt too much
I hear with eyes
When this life is over, I’ll take wing
and with my ears hear sweet angels sing
for the first time . . .
sound heard is sweet.