A beautiful feeling called... LOVE...

The Blind Eye...

There are millions of faces I see,
But none makes me feel secure,
There is a hunt for the body and not the soul,
And I can't take those scars, no more...
People around me just blame me,
Am I the one who was at fault,
Then there are people who call girls as flowers,
And some call it an open vault...
These people I know these people I see,
They teach me something I can never be,
They teach me to cover and to be shy,
Why don't they teach, the so called GUY...
They teach, girls gotta be home before time,
They teach that being a girl is a shame,
Why don't they grow up without a mom,
Why should a girl take all the blame..?
Why don't they teach that guys are a curse,
A guy should be taught to respect first,
A girl isn't what belongs to him,
And specially not a cure for his thirst...
She is a mother, a sister or a friend,
No one has the right to put her to end,
She can't be treated the way you want,
She deserves more, than the way you haunt...
She is not wrong to go out when she wants,
Keep your boys in if you feel that way,
Be strong enough and don't let go your stand,
The world will change, and this is that day...
Pledge to teach you boy the way to live,
If he doesn't get it, then let him die,
If something is wrong raise your voice,
Coz It's time to open 'The Blind Eye'...