Blind
No light shines when is always dark
No smile from end to start
No hope to be gently touched
From inside this hopeless heart
Fingers on the white bland walls
Washing away all the tears that do fall
Life is a map with no point or compass
Driving blind, the suffering is to be unkind
You painted me with so much color
Your eyes are dead yet you have the vision
Of passion, of love, of vivre free from a mindless prison
Tiss I who can not feel, such an imposition
Blindness has many shades of grey
I wear umbrellas
Wishing for a brighter day
Sadly the blindness is here to stay
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