Life is like a blind man that can see.
The smell of rain fills my stuffed up nose as
I asked the blind man what purple poked like,
He said the cold night sky, but not so because
Seeing is believing.
The sight at the heights is just right for the kites.
My sore tough tastes the bitter medicine because
I was blind but now I see,
But I still scream in silence
And the deaf man hears me.
Luis brail and Helen Keller are the smartest because of their loss.
The silence is all I hear in my deaf solitudes and
My eyes see nothing but the hatred in every one
But when his mind touches mine it tingles,
Eyes are over rated in under night fall.
Too much touch is such a rush when,
Life is like a blind man that can see!