Talkin' Corneal-Transplantation Gratitude

Talkin' Corneal-Transplantation Gratitude Whispering voices beseech me, through failing eyes unable to see, riding the clouds floating on a dream, my vision swept away in a frigid stream, I clambered and clawed my way between the moss, listening to sickly sweet platitudes of flimsy candy-floss, and now I stand up again, I rise, thanks to your selfless gift of your very own eyes, owing a debt to a life that has passed away, bequeathing unto me hopes of seeing this new day, an unknown donor lives on, within my very eyes, and I am eternally thankful, as each night and day flies, to you whom I shall never know, my anonymous giver of sight, my gratitude is endless, as I wish you peace, on your final flight. (to the unknown donors of the Corneas that I have so fortunately received)