The Woman Who's Blind

Senses breach the land 'fore dawn

Those hands, they shake, they quiver, so sore

Placed in forever, standing tower with brawn

Now left all alone, there's justice no more

She weeps of a babe, its name unknown

The tears, how they drop, how they fall for so long

Perhaps one day we may reap what's been sown

'Till then she will guide us, through sorrowful song