The Blind

scarred from ancient times
i dream of funny dreams that fade fast
no one tells the words as we fall into the echoes

haunting all the blind out in the night again
walking through their funny eyes away

breathe so soft and precious as your hands reach for the sky
dreaming though i'm endlessly away

so as i screamed i followed their eyes throw my heart away
pushing through the rain and pushed me down again
they've pushed me down in my trust but then i'll trust them everywhere
in my be, in the night, in a glare, in a perfect hold
a blinded faith with blood red tears
as i put my trust in them then i would, might be crying for this...