As the ink fills up the blank page,
As I make out the words written in there,
Though I’m blind, I can finally see,
I see places, and worlds, and universes never seen.
Though I’m deaf, I can finally hear,
I hear symphonies I could never listen to before. As they were never composed before I composed them.
Though I’m numb, I can finally feel,
And though I’m alone,
I don’t feel alone anymore.
Though I’m human,
I finally know
What it means