Blind Dreams
To look but not to see
What is wrong with me?
To hear but not listen
Is there somethin' missin'?
To speak without saying
Why are we delaying?
To touch but not feel
When will it heal?
If the rising of the sun
brought dreams to everyone
and the falling of the night
opened eyes to its light
Would our dreams be like one
accepting all, shunning none?
Could the darkness and its might
make us blind and set it right?
To look and to see
That is the key
To hear and to listen
find what you've been missin'
To speak and to say
No more delay
To touch and to feel
It's the only way to heal
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