Like a lone sailor lost at sea,
Like birds with no place to be,
Like knowing the truth but only lies they speak.
Reading the world and its people in braille,
It's like I'm blind but yet I see.

You can't understand every book you read,
You won't understand the purpose of every rock on the street,
Not even the movement of the humble breeze.
Reading the world and its people in braille,
It's like I'm blind but yet I see.

What's the preposition of the parasites and flees,
Or the viruses that infect and has a person unease,
Like leaves that grow and the fall of the trees,  
Reading the world and its people in braille,
It's like I'm blind but yet I see.

Like a friend who's always there for me,
And I neglect that person, forgetting to see that they are truly friendly,
Paying the price of when that person chooses to leave,
Reading the world and its people in braille,
It's like I'm blind but yet I see.

Like a slave stolen from a beloved homeland
put in chains without a chance by powers that be
lives routed by masters with no heart or soul but deceit and lies
Reading the world in the braille made by them for us the fools
It's like I'm blind but yet I see