Aren't you afraid of losing your sight?
Not being able to fight and see the light?
Like everything seems not right?
Forgetting that you have a might?

Aren't you afraid that someday you might can't hear?
What others say and others fear?
Not able to hear the voice of your dear?
It's like you're far but you're so near?

Aren't you afraid that you'll just wake up and know you can't speak?
That others see you like you're so weak?
Your feelings you can't leak?
Then because of it you just want to hide and seek?

It makes me feel weak just to think of it.
What more if I'm on those feet?
All I felt was conceit.
I've been blind for all those years.

Can't you see we are all lucky?
And for that reason we should be happy.
It's like we seem to forget what's really important.
And in the good things we do we're all reluctant.

Aren't you supposed to be glad?
Think of the things you have.
Think of other people and the things they never had.
See, they're still thankful simply 'cause they're alive.