House of the Blind
Oh what is this sorrowful sound
With no hope or solace around
Unending sadness and pending madness
As my tears cascade to the ground
A man in the house of the blind
In a land so cruel and unkind
Forlorn and bereft the day that she left
Now lost in the halls of my mind
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2024
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