Out of blind eyes I
Out of blind eyes I can not see.
A whole world is out there, waiting for me.
I feel the breeze, I smell the air,
But too many times I find it not fair.
Oh what I'd give to see what I sense
the little girls laughing beside the picketed fence.
What does it feel like to see what you feel?
In my eyes it is like the whole world is still.
I am an artist, painting what I want
What if I open my eyes and become so distraught.
I don't want a glimpse of the world that's around me.
What if, perhaps, I don't like what I see?