I Am Blinded By My Lighting Way

I am blinded by my lighting way.
I wonder if this is how it will stay.
I hear myself whispering to the lonely self within.
I want to be free, so just redeem me.
For I am blinded by my lighting way.

I pretend I'm sailing on a silver sea.
I feel the soft breeze caress my hair.
I touch the feathered wings of you.
I worry your not true.
I am blinded by my lighting way

I understand what you have to say.
Your telling me it will be ok.
You understand what I feel, for you feel it too.
You tell me I'm not alone, and that I will soon have a home.
And then suddenly a dream comes to me.
Grasslands as far as the eye can see.
So green and peaceful, I don't believe, there could be such a reality.
I force my self to think of it as just a dream.
But how can my mind conceal such a splendid fantasy?
I regret that I am blinded by my lighting way.

Suddenly the dream becomes surreal, but oh how can this be?
Listening to the singing of the dove's,
The sun shinning high above,
I walk along the path and think,
how could time conceal such thing from me?
Keeping me unwhole.
For them to be consoled.
Finding pleasure, in my hurt.
Making me feel like dirt?
Ah but no longer does it hurt!
For I can happily say,
No longer am I blinded, by my lighting way....