10 Jan

Blind man stumble, get your cane

the obstacles ahead

are like the real to one insane

or birth to all the dead

meet the foe upon the ridge

and set your weapons down

bring your lies and build a bridge

and walk the length to bloody this mans crown

moon of mayhem shine its light

on cowardice in vain

blind man willing wins the fight

and ends the sober rain

being lost of soul and mind

the defeated foe remains

collecting wounds to never find

release from all his pains

crying fire, crying rain

crying people and their laughter filled with pain

I don’t know a better day or a better time

or a better gift when all these visions would be mine,

I don’t know

March 25, 1987 Copyright 1987-2010, brent david fraser, all rights reserved

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