Blind to beauty and the facts
When will I be free?
Badgered by the thought of others
Who can sincerely see
In my palm I hold a rose
But no colors come to mind
Only the pain of the thorns
And the torment of the blind
Strong desire to see a woman
And the kindness she would hand
Will there ever be a day
Where I will see or understand
I can never truly see a beauty
Or the divinity behind the source
It’s never been until this time now
That I deeply and dearly remorse
Lost my sight to see and view
Slowly I have now submersed
The day I lose my vision too
I’ll wonder which will be the worst