Walking through the crowd I tried making my way,
Stumbling through my path I lost myself,
Help I sought on being confused with my steps...
Vision, I had to see fear guarding my path
Vision, I had to see people stopping me all along,
Blind, I was to view my path
Blind, I was to find guide all along....
Walking through the crowd he made his way,
Neither did he stumble nor did he fall,
A stick in his hand helped him through it all..
No vision he needed to view his path,
No guide was needed to assist all along,
Blind, he was to the fear which guarded his path,
Blind, he was to the people who stop him all along...
