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