The thought of it, was not so fine,
to loose the sight, and become blind
A blindfold on my eyes,
darkened my mind
The thought of it was not so fine
Went to the world of the blind, for sometime,
I was out of my mind
As the darkness engulfed me, other senses became sharper to me
The sound, the touch, the feel, became my tools,
they gave my brain lots of clues
I wondered the world of the blind,
wasn't it difficult and unkind?
The thought of it was not so fine
Never knew the gift of vision given to me was so divine.
