There’s a red kite
In a dead tree
In the park
Something straight out
Of French new-wave movie
There’s a mother
With a toddler
In her arms
Wondering how she’s gonna
Raise her baby
The doctor spilled out
All the medical jargon
Aggressive retina degeneration
She stares at that kite
While the words rings in her head
Sorry ma’am
Your son will never see again
She points her finger at that kite
Stuck in that tree
She says, baby, c’mon baby can’t you see?
See how high it is
How bright it is
How it shines against the sky
Can you see it if you try?
But he says
I can’t see it
Darling, she says

Follow the sound of my voice
I'm right here, I'm right here
Follow the sound of my voice
Dry your tears, I'm right here
Right here

There’s an acne covered
Teenage boy
Of upstate New York
Blind piano prodigy
All the kids call him
The next Ray Charles
He plays in a band
With his little brother
His brother guides him by the shoulder
Through this loud and crowded venues
Trying to steer that drunken ship
Through the night
And it hurts a little more
Each time he watches his big brother tries
To find his own way
Up on a stage
He says
I can’t help you, let me help you

Follow the sound of my voice
I'm right here, I'm right here
Follow the sound of my voice
Dry your tears, I'm right here
Right here

When I feel like I'm
Stumbling in the dark
And I get lost inside
This great big world
When I feel like I'm
Invisible
Like nobody cares
You’re always there
Saying
I can see you
I can see you

Follow the sound of my voice
I'm right here, I'm right here
Follow the sound of my voice
Dry your tears, I'm right here
Right here