The blind lead the deaf in this valley of death,
That we all find ourselves ****** into,
We look to the sky in hopes it will cry,
In this valley of tears where we tread,
And we wait for tomorrow in this veil of sorrows,
I hope that it be a dream,
For if its not ill lose my love for tomorrow,
So i will lay down on this stony ground ,
And dream the beauty around me.