I watch him as he watches
His eyes upon their lips
A skilled and secret watchman
Dechifering all their scripts
Nothing is a secret
As your words pour from your lips
Nothing to save or keep it
Your dialogues in his grip
His lips repeat and mumble
The secrets you have told
Nothing is a jumble
He\'s talented, poised and controlled
Communication can be like this
When the world is soft and quiet.
To some it sounds pure bliss
To others a hellish riot
So eyes upon your lips
Is not always what it seems
I give you this one tip
So your on the winning team
Clever, talented and smart
With eyes that read your thoughts
Lip reading. . . . . . . Such an art
Being deaf is not a loss