Lost in the crowd
am left behind
Yeah am blind
The day doe'snt bring light to me
everything's black
There ain't a color for me
With the stick in hand
I walk into the city
Voices turning slow
laughter losing flow
Tell am being looked at with pity
In around the city
I endorse the brand pity
Each step I take
is a giant leap
For may end into a gorge so deep
May force some press beep
It seems I walk in senses
but ask the darkness
I walk as if in sleep
Within the world
There's a farm of my own
Where seeds of love
I have sown
Neither by looks
Nor by what they wear
The way they care
Their words that I hear
The time they spend
The patience at their end
It's by the Lord that I swear
To me they are dear
am left behind
Yeah am blind
The day doe'snt bring light to me
everything's black
There ain't a color for me
With the stick in hand
I walk into the city
Voices turning slow
laughter losing flow
Tell am being looked at with pity
In around the city
I endorse the brand pity
Each step I take
is a giant leap
For may end into a gorge so deep
May force some press beep
It seems I walk in senses
but ask the darkness
I walk as if in sleep
Within the world
There's a farm of my own
Where seeds of love
I have sown
Neither by looks
Nor by what they wear
The way they care
Their words that I hear
The time they spend
The patience at their end
It's by the Lord that I swear
To me they are dear
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