Treasure Island

Timothy Weiermann

(Friday, August 13th,1993 / Tucson, Arizona)

A Blind Man Weeps


Eyes so clear, like a wells’ water’s deep
Beauty so profound it’d make a blind man weep

Long for your kind love I’ve sought to seek
Yet unprepared I was, as it’s made me meek

It’s calmed my fire, and quenched my thirst
In front of a bullet I’d put myself first

All of this was done by a few simple words,
You’ve fulfilled my world
By saying you’re my girl

Love in the darkness, I’ve struggled to find
Stumbling around fighting with an unsound mind

Yet you’ve stilled my waters,
You’ve stalled my tears
You’re all that matters
For the next hundred years

All of this was done by a few simple words,
You’ve fulfilled my world
By saying you’re my girl

Submitted: Monday, December 01, 2008

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