It was written on the wall It was plain to see, The things that were said Where not looked upon, Scribed, Chiselled, Etched, But not seen by all, It was plain to see, before the eyes But we were Blind Sightless Visionless On what we needed to observe, but couldn't Read, decipher The writing is there, so preserve it Or all that will be left is what was written But we never looked upon, what was always there.