my eyes are wicked
they do not see light
my say is wrong
it hears only cries
my heart is cold
in my chest there's no soul
in my chest there is only a hole
i walk in vain
for there can be none that are insane
they say there is hope
that the strong will rise
but in me i see none with a prize
so then what is the prize for the hope of man kind?
what then is the eyes of the blind?
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