Through the Eyes of the Blind
I wish you could see
The real world like me
My eyes always closed,
But I just suppose
It’s the way it is
On a day like this
When it’s nice outside
You just have to hide
The fact that your eyes
Never have to cry
Because you don’t see
The real world like me.
Copyright © PJ Scheidel | Year Posted 2017
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