Sight

Tap touching his path 
The blind man goes
Sightless, he sees
What his cane shows
Cylindrical eye 
To make up for two
The one is white 
The useless, blue
Walking alone
How does he feel 
For us it is thought 
For him it is real
Dark is his world 
For he is bound
To see with feel 
And look with sound 
But though his world 
Is dark, is he
Whenever he looks
Doesn't he see
He sees by hand
Unhampered by sight
He does what we can't 
He sees at night 
To him his world
Is all it should be
And us, our world 
Isn't all it could be

Blues