Even the Blind
Rays of gold out of silver sky
Sometimes the sun blinds, I ask why
Knowing the answer I must sigh
Life can leave you cold and dry
Rays of gold out of silver sky
Survive the blindness, depend on a sigh
When fears will die, we will shine
Even the blind can hope and fly
Copyright © Liva Evita Nagle | Year Posted 2014
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