Not with sight but with feeling
I see my thoughts touch the ceiling
thoughts of mementoes the past unreeling
memoirs of greatness my mind unruling.
Not with sight but with feeling
I pray with love, my heart forseeing
a feeling of hatred, my being betraying
I feel a surge of a hero arising.
Not with sight but with feeling
a future so bright, my mind conceiving
a future corrupt, my being decieving
blessings of the almight, my heart recieving.
All this through feeling, feeling and believing.
Not with sight but with feeling.
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