Blind Awakening

I wake up every morning,
Just as the sun is dawning,
I feel the heat of day on my face,
And I hear the birds sing,
But I don’t see a thing,
Cos my world is a dark empty space.

I know when you’re here,
I can sense that you’re near,
But I’d rather see you instead,
How I wish I could,
But my eyes are no good,
They’re just useless sockets in my head.

CHORUS:
I can’t look at the flowers,
I can’t see the pouring rain,
I’m blind to all of this beauty,
But not blind to hatred and pain.

If only I could see,
What changes there’d be,
I’d paint every scene on the earth,
My bondage would cease,
I’d get my release,
In a world that’s been darkness since birth.

I have to stop,
In this sheltered workshop,
I can’t roam about,
I want to hit the street,
I’ve got people to meet,
But they just won’t let me out.

CHORUS:
I can’t look at the flowers,
I can’t see the pouring rain,
I’m blind to all of this beauty,
But not blind to hatred and pain.

©Copyright A Jack 1984

AJ Jack
Cadastral Information Quality Assurance Officer at NSW Department of Finance, Services and Innovation – Spatial Services
My career objective is to use my computing and business training to improve your business processes and get more out of your limited corporate resources.

Specialties: IT project management, government administration, reporting, business analysis, systems analysis, training, network management, open source software.

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