Dark and alone
Making no difference
open or closed
Seeing in the distance
The color of shame
The unwinding road
The color of grief
The color of pain
Seeing with my fingertips
Brighter than before
Colors unimaginable
Opening a door
Blindness is but a thought
Encaged within our minds
We will all soon find the way
Our paths will soon unwind
If your flying you will miss
The sights along the way
Thinking everything is fine
Then soon led astray
If your crawling you will not
Get where you want to go
Bloody knees and bloody hands
struggling to and fro
The walking man is sturdy
And he sees the open road
Following his winding path
Knowing where he goes
