Born Blind

With all the imagination in my mind
I cannot imagine being born blind
Imagine never being able to see,
With the eyes that were given to you and me

Can the blind envision a sight?
Without eyes to refract the light?
Can they dream of what light would reflect,
See the beauty of any object?

The blind may only feel what I see
Maybe they can feel better than me.
The warmth of Light as it was to be
Seen without catastrophe

I can’t see darkness until my eyes are bold
I don’t fear darkness until I am left cold
When I feel the cold, I can feel the fright
Of being separated from the Light

Lord, all of the substances that are took
By all of us who have eyes but won’t look
Are we searching for a feeling, where there is no rest?
We must open our eyes to find the feeling that’s best

If we believed in transubstantiation
We would seek only what leads to salvation
Heaven ‘s the only place to find ecstasy
Where the lame shall walk and the blind shall see