The Lonely Blind Girl

Aside from a low, lonely whisper

she hears this strange noize,

a banging sound of desolution

- it's just her brain.

Nowhere around is her
red and lovely sweater.

Still, she bares no hate

towards us nor has she 
nothing against us.

Becouse, hate only leads away

and not the right way, just far away.

Her voice is deep and low

yet she's eight miles high.

With her artificial snow

she touches the clear sky.

Colors of spoken language

she knows not to sence.

Leaking sounds,
rising grounds.

She smells her happiness
and thinks of righteusness.

Then through time's endless circle

she leaps, or at least she tries to,

but she tumbles.

Rolles and crumbles

and though she rises,

still she stumbles.

Now she has a brand new vision

on this mental obsession

that makes her mind

find a thought of depression.

Another dimension
with a greater expansion

gives her a taste
of an eternal solution.

It's a better place
for her kind of race

or at least that's what
she chooses to belive.