the paradox of life...

Who say's the blind is unlucky?
Who cannot see the wretched flames
which burn through life so easily
Whose eyes need not comprehend
the magnitude of loss that's seen
Who need not see the hues of light
before being thrusted into darkness
No, not without a fight
For surrender, I cant
and tremble, I won't
For I will blind myself of all your hate
and i shall stride above thy names