Blinded

The birds sing on the fence posts, The rabbit scoots through the grass, The water shoots from the fountain, And the wine is poured in the glass. The cars go down the freeway, And the planes fly up in the sky, The trains travel down the tracks, And I sit and watch them go by. The workers travel to work each day, As they take those black ribbons of road, And the truckers leave home for weeks, And safely deliver each load. I sit here and watch, This never ending story unfold, But the part of the story not seen, Is the story seldom told. The children who sit silently, Their stories afraid to tell, As we walk through our blinded life, While they live through hell.