My fingers reach out
To catch a beam of light-
A blind man trying
Far too soon
To walk
Spilling out words
For you to read-
Whoever you are,
Whatever you see.
The light escapes my hands,
A rushing flood.
Tired and silent,
Soon spills out
My blood.
To catch a beam of light-
A blind man trying
Far too soon
To walk
Spilling out words
For you to read-
Whoever you are,
Whatever you see.
The light escapes my hands,
A rushing flood.
Tired and silent,
Soon spills out
My blood.
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