you wake up blind
your only way is of your mind
and when the day is light
you think of only things that shine
through your blind eye

hit like a ray of sunshine
your day and night
become a bind
like a book
you can no longer read
after the water washed it's remains away

your eyes know not color
or sight, but you see
and become what ever
still lays captive in your minds' eye
and through your own darkness
you finally become aware of
a night sky

where the knowlege meets the stars
we find a system of ours'
that corrects all that is wrong
and works with only what it can
hurting little but feeling grand
depressive eyes deepened with lies
showing a weakened hand.