Those who live a life to see are so lucky,
but some are unfortunate, those like me.
Born to see darkness without a pinch of light,
is the fate of the unlucky without the gift of sight.
What is color, shapes and size?
Oh!But to see I would pay any price.
Blue, brown or black eyes whichever it may be,
vision is only a dream, will it ever turn into reality.
I know not day, I know not night,
I do not know whether what I imagine is right.
What I feel is unknown to me,
always just an obstacle, keeping me from running free.
How tall are you?How tall am I?
Who walked away and who is walking by?
Am I all alone?I hear no voice,
to sit and wonder without any choice.
Are you smiling? Is anyone listening?
Is there a lot in my life that I am missing?
Sometimes I cry,tasting sometimes a tear,
not knowing what my face looks when I am faced by fear.
They say I am beautiful and pretty,
but blind she is, what a pity!
A cane I have to guide my way,
I wish I had someone beside me to stay.
Friends are many but not one face I know,
how do I express my agony?How do I show?
Some days I just get through,
and sometimes I wish my life was different, oh don't you?
How old am I?What more is there to life?
Will I ever be lucky to be loved and a wife?
Why was God cruel when He made me?
Did He not think I deserved to see?
Does He not love me or care one bit?
But still I pray when alone I sit.
I know He sees me and hears my agony,
but I'll never be able to see,that's the irony.
This is what I feel every day,
wishing to see the moon or a glimpse of ray.
Sometimes I am sad and sometimes I don't care,
sometimes the price of blindness is more than I can bear.
This is the story of a blind,
this is the life to a blind.
but some are unfortunate, those like me.
Born to see darkness without a pinch of light,
is the fate of the unlucky without the gift of sight.
What is color, shapes and size?
Oh!But to see I would pay any price.
Blue, brown or black eyes whichever it may be,
vision is only a dream, will it ever turn into reality.
I know not day, I know not night,
I do not know whether what I imagine is right.
What I feel is unknown to me,
always just an obstacle, keeping me from running free.
How tall are you?How tall am I?
Who walked away and who is walking by?
Am I all alone?I hear no voice,
to sit and wonder without any choice.
Are you smiling? Is anyone listening?
Is there a lot in my life that I am missing?
Sometimes I cry,tasting sometimes a tear,
not knowing what my face looks when I am faced by fear.
They say I am beautiful and pretty,
but blind she is, what a pity!
A cane I have to guide my way,
I wish I had someone beside me to stay.
Friends are many but not one face I know,
how do I express my agony?How do I show?
Some days I just get through,
and sometimes I wish my life was different, oh don't you?
How old am I?What more is there to life?
Will I ever be lucky to be loved and a wife?
Why was God cruel when He made me?
Did He not think I deserved to see?
Does He not love me or care one bit?
But still I pray when alone I sit.
I know He sees me and hears my agony,
but I'll never be able to see,that's the irony.
This is what I feel every day,
wishing to see the moon or a glimpse of ray.
Sometimes I am sad and sometimes I don't care,
sometimes the price of blindness is more than I can bear.
This is the story of a blind,
this is the life to a blind.
