Blind

March 31, 2011
By Rahne GOLD, Corry, Pennsylvania
Rahne GOLD, Corry, Pennsylvania
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Closer, closer it creeps to me
What is it, what is it I cannot see
Is it death to take me soon
Is it love to make me swoon
Is it a friend to heal my soul
Is it hate the color of coal
All that I know the blindness shadows
I have not light to scare the crows
Closer, closer it creeps to me
What is it, What is it I cannot see
Where are you to help me flee

Here I am now where are you
I am me and you are....who
I know not your voice, I know not your name
But I know your touch and gentle frame
I am ready now lead me home
Although it is not but a desolate dome



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