a blind man who only saw love
would watch the bigger folks shove an he strode on his path,
this may give you a laugh
he smiled at the way, that pain led the day
The humans would shout at the few that got out
of the chains in the streets on the wrists and the feet
of the downcast lot,
and the drunken sot they moan.
He would look at a street
that was splattered with blood
he's a laugh on the path, but he only saw love
there was fear in the air, but you know not
when he's there.
He could go into downtown and while looking round
at the muggers and whores,
leaning in doorways and storeplays
thieves running in packs
it's not dollars they lack
but a bone in the back and a brain on the stack
a knife or a gun, for just alittle clean fun?
with their fear
they infect with their desperate neglect
it's the city's effect, even children are infected
not corrected they just stare
so dark out there. |
but the blindman still
smiling:
he's a grin, in the win,
in the phone booth he's dialing,
is it a number for prayer, je'sus are you there?
or:
just another ruse, an excuse to confuse
a black horsed hearse, getting worse city course
but the blindman sees god
& he's thinking out loud
sends loves and kisses
from those to thises
gods not on the phone,
& he isn't at home, in the church
don't you see, you won't set him free - you
but he's there and he's here
in downtown & in the country
in the trees in the breeze,
in cement his intent everywhere
if you could see we could stare
seeing through vice, his blue eyes
seeing in pain & the sky's crying rain
the loose fuse
in the pain in the love,
in the push in the shove
keep grinnin your winnin |
