Blindman Brother
On the quiet night as well as day
The sighted world is not as good
For as right as the rains fall
The sun does dry those tears
I am in remorse but not embarrassed
You see I have a blind man for a brother
You see from the beginning of his life he
could have been a another Steve Wonder
Birth premature
Placed in an incubator
The sun does dry the tears
Of those eyes wetted fears
As being blind...
10/21/19
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