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Lyrics
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
Details
GeneratedDec 9, 2025
Duration2:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
Blues
Credits
Prompt byJeanne0_
ModelAria v5
