The Blind Man

Can you hear a blind man say I wish I could love

Or can you hear a lover say I wish I could see

Or have you ever bled and tried to hide wounds

So no one could see your pain

I’m tired of hiding

I’m tired of hiding

Have you ever seen a bird fly

Have you ever seen the sun shine

Have you ever held something beautiful knowing that it will eventually die

I’m tired of waiting

I’m tired of waiting