A Blind Man's Burden

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There I am again 

Lost in the swarm of people 

Stumbling in the pouring rain 

The only shelter I see is a temple 


I deny it, I deny it once more

For while I can't see, 

I'd never go back there 

It pained me


Dark in the dungeons 

Once more I cry 

Why was I born blind

Born ever so shy


For one could not understand the blind man's burden

Without living it, you can't 

You can never imagine 

How they feel when they want


And yet they cannot receive

How to persist in a world of greed

They still cannot perceive

They cannot cater to their every need


One should think that you'd understand the blind man's burden

And yet to us it is like a closed curtain 

When you see one without the gift of sight,

Do not walk away, sympathize with their plight


For in a world like this

One will need friends to light the way

Pave a path through the mist

Help those unable to see the light of day 


We help, we share, we offer

It's what little we can do

For when they come to you

They will say all that's true 


I think the blind are more honest than we 

Even though we are the privileged 

For those with less respect what's more 

They never resent what's theirs 


Sometimes I think the underprivileged 

Can see the world in a different light

When all we think is money,

They see far past that fight


The shames of the world bring sorrow,

Yet sparking, there is always fire

Burning through tomorrow

Solving all that's dire


Trusting in the blind man's burden

We know they're more capable than us

While we feel heavy laden 

They know what's truly dust 


They know how it feels to be at the bottom 

They know what it's like to be without a home

For because if their simple problems,

They are called by men a disgrace


Dark in the ditches,

If we see them smile,

Smile back

Do not ignore 


For those with less know what is more

And all we do is hoard

We take what we don't need,

We take even the tiniest seed


For mankind's greed knows no limits,

Even when thrown in the darkest of pits,

We aren't grateful for the few drops of rainwater

We proceed with the slaughter


Sometimes I wish I was blind

So still I can hide behind

Curtains of darkness that prevent me

From seeing what the world has become 


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