If you became blind, what would you remember?
The color of autumn leaves in September?
Your mother's face;
The stars in space;
The spark of a fiery, glowing ember?
If you couldn't hear, but never ever forget
The sound of fireworks when the sun has set;
A laugh, a cry;
A heartfelt goodbye;
The purrs of a loving family pet.
And when you die, what will they hold dear?
The warmth of a friend that was always so near?
A light from above,
Shining with God's love;
Or will there be nothing but a life lived in fear?