World Of Darkness
My world is dark around me
Not a ray of sun is found
I depend on other senses
Like touch and smell and sound.
Please! Don’t feel sorry for me
That’s not the thing to do
Except that I am blind
I’m just the same as you.
I can hear the birds that sing
As they flutter through the air
I can touch the gentle petals
Of the flowers growing there.
I cannot see the colors
That make a rainbow grand
But I hear the whisper of the wind
And feel grass growing on the ground.
I can tell you by your footsteps
Feel your presence when your near
Identify you by your voice
And I’ve been known to shed a tear.
Poor soul, how he must suffer
I hear some people say
But they close their eyes to justice
So I’d rather be this way.