Behind locked doors, windows bared, lies a mind marred
A painter with no hands, deaf mute no one understands
But with nary a smile the green grass does all beguile
And without a word we\'re charmed by the song of a bird
When eggs are stacked some get cracked
A chick emerges from a shell that looks like hell
While in the pan scrambled eggs for mercy begs
Don\'t throw them out inside voices plead against our doubt