At The Edge Of Your Cliff

07: Blind

I once believed a Light

Offering life a peaceful sight

Alluring as it is and calming

The cold storms inside and warming

My life with joy that has never been told

Promises are meant to be believed,

But love lived invisible

You can read it but cannot feel it.

I can see the Light and all the wonderful

Things He has given me and had made me grateful

Yet now all is black,

Rubbish, dirty and everything lacks

The cloth in my eyes block

The Light supposed to guide and lock

Me into an everlasting safe arms

Caressing my helplessness in the midst of storms...