For All We Know Blind Me
See me as I am
Tell me what's on the outside
Hear me if You can
I'm sorry, your silence is not helping me.
Show me what is real
Blind me so I sense clearly
Forgive me, but what I feel
is slowly preparing us to fall from grace.
I'll find symmetry
My mind's seeking asylum
I'll try to shake off their pleas
In time I'll find a way to stay awake.
