My eyes hold no sight.

But don't feel worry.

I see neither color nor light.

But that's alright.

But I feel deeply.

Deeply I do feel.

People whisper about me.

Whisper, whisper about me.

They whisper how I'm blind.

How I'm blind.

And I wish to yell that blind does not define.

Blind does not define.

Just because I'm blind.

Becuase I'm blind.

Doesn't mean I'm any less human.

Any less human.

I still think, still hear, still touch, and still feel.

I still feel.

Others act like I'm fragile.

Fragile. Fragile.

I'm not fragile,

Not Fragile.

I'm special.

Special. Special.

Perhaps I'm different.

Different.

Perhaps I'm blind.

Blind.

But blind does not define.

Blind does not define.