The Visually Challenged
Like blinking lights, on-off, on-off Flickering lamps, wicks burning out Nobody to pour in love Nobody to keep it alive. What if the lights fade out And die, What if the lamp goes dry What does it matter to one Born blind....
Like blinking lights, on-off, on-off Flickering lamps, wicks burning out Nobody to pour in love Nobody to keep it alive. What if the lights fade out And die, What if the lamp goes dry What does it matter to one Born blind....