[Verse]
There's a dusty road that leads to the hills,
Where the wind whispers secrets that time distills.
An old man shuffles with his stick in hand,
Feels the stories beneath his feet in the land.
[Chorus]
Through the eyes of the blind, the truth is clear,
Every sound and touch tells the story here.
They see with their hearts, what we can't find,
There's a whole world alive through the eyes of the blind.
[Verse 2]
The train hums low, like a distant hymn,
His fingers trace the rail, strong and slim.
He says, "The world ain't dark, it’s just unseen,
The painted picture lies where the heart has been."
[Chorus]
Through the eyes of the blind, the truth is clear,
Every sound and touch tells the story here.
They see with their hearts, what we can't find,
There's a whole world alive through the eyes of the blind.
[Bridge]
Feel the rhythm in the rain, each drop a beat,
The echo of the earth underneath your feet.
Close your eyes, let your spirit roam free,
Blindfold the soul just so you can see.
[Chorus]
Through the eyes of the blind, the truth is clear,
Every sound and touch tells the story here.
They see with their hearts, what we can't find,
There's a whole world alive through the eyes of the blind.