I stop and stare at the sun
So I can
Burn out my eyes
I never want see again
For as long as I am alive
Existence… I have wasted
For a moment’s instant pleasure
How pathetic to behold
My Windows to the soul
How can I play with fire
And never to believe i wont be burned
Yet in turn
The lessons I should have Learned
Were To close my eyes and look away
Now my only hope in Heaven
Is that theres a place
For Blind men to stay……
