The Hampton Roads 4th Annual Parade Of The Blind

even your martyr wears his best suit to this affair

logical reasoning is something you should shoot for

i'll aim for the sky myself

soaring above our city

your heart loses its balance and plummets to this earth

now i walk in circles flipping through old photographs

i've been wounded but not fatally

don't even bother trying to assemble the puzzle

for my compassion is missing

and i'm canceling wishes by the skyful

moving forward i lose track of time and my sense of sight

visit him lord and kiss his cheek for me

and thank him for the glasses

you saved me from his grasp and cleaned all of my wounds

the towel in the ring

alone like yourself

all alone

i sit and read your letters and i force a smile

soaring above our city

your heart loses its balance and plummets to this earth

now i walk in circles flipping through old photographs

i've been wounded but not fatally