Blind Following the Blind
Broken roads engulfed with rubble
A heart apiece, blind eyes focusing
Who can stand to face the trouble
The hearts that burn, spurned
Eager to face another day, wanting
Each step along the path is hidden
But it matters not with our sight
When eyes that can't see face the day
Trials are small when size is judged by light
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