Blindness by the blackness from the objects that obscure
this retro fitted darkness with caous thats a blrr
sightless summers to remend never seeing what and then
who may hold the key to this turnning to your end
walk the gantlent make the choice whose master of your strings
twisting tugging turnning end toying with your dreams
so cast away forgetting lost makeing of amends
too maney instead of doing wish that they might have done and been
so walk the gantlent make the choice whose the master of your strings
take the time today to live some life and live it up my friend.
By John DeMello
08/02/07