A stick in his hands, finding his
path
His life in darkness, adapted to its
wrath
There is no hope left, in pupils
burnt
Moisture has dried, iris bears a
shunt
All crevices to him are selfishly unkind
There he walks alone, Look he’s blind
Once he fought wars, and saved many
lives
Respected among fellows, radiated
power vibes
There was one battle more, he was
yearned upon to win
A scar but he incurred, a
reimbursement for his sin
Jeered along on the roads, he cannot
fight but grind
His teeth in vain, frets in pain,
Look He’s blind
He tries to weep, his soul so torn
Tears bereaved long ago, he tries in
vain, so worn
For the glories he thought were acts
of vendetta
He was punished from above from
crossing all moral mete
He drinks alone, drinks to death,
regrets his life rewind
Life gone blind, Soul gone blind….
Look he’s blind
