Blind man ***** goes walking down the street
Nobody talks to him with his cane tapping

he just walks alone

Heart attack at age 28
carrying 400 pounds, dead weight
after awhile his wife said goodbye
he still wears the ring and cries

Two girls, aged 13 & 11
he tries to warn them about the ways of the world but,
babies havin' babies
signs of the end times

***** is blind, but still can see
the colors of this violent world
we're not sure if its history on repeat
or the nature of the news

People walk around ***** all the same
never asking his name
never talking about the weather
That's okay, they don't ask mine neither
that's why we walk together

The man went blind but now can see
he thanks God that let it be
Amazin' Grace, give strength to thee

the amount of flames and gems you are absorbing,
you smile like you aren't afraid of anything
you bloom in the shadow of the sun you receive
the only flower in the garden, I believe

you hold a flag of your own
strong combination of colors to be shown
a woman of an island
a woman of the cave
even ghosts are shaking, trembling,
for being totally brave

made of wood from trees for creating fires and watching on forest
made of rock for building fortress
made of city lights, a never ending light
made of magnet, attracting everyone so tight, intimidating at first sight
made of paintings by soul, crafted
a dauntless stone hearted

Too many people
Have lost the art of
Writing

And I'm not talking about
Texting or
Messaging or
Emailing

No.

I'm talking about
Grabbing a pen
And taking a paper
And pouring your soul
Through hard labor of fingers
And thoughts
And taking that piece
Of great effort
And sending it to someone
Who's holding your heart

Infected with sin virus
causing
immortal death--
from Adam to me.