It's no often that i go blind.
It's less the time i find myself crying.
It's like over and over, i think of you.
In my blindness, you hold the power.
In my eyes, flawless you was
and servile like quiet sea.
Oh lady, I'd please you;
Oh, so forgotten, you are gone.
Then, i go days visionless.
In my blindness, i lust love.
In my mind, you ramble without any sign.
I think of loving you as if i did not,
since the shattering still governs,
In my blindness i need you.
