From womb to tomb I am condemned to be
completely blind and unable to see.
I have never, ever seen the light of day
and have to use a stick to find my way.
Never to see the glory of the setting sun,
or to gaze into the eyes of anyone.
Blind, I entered into this earthly scene.
Blind, I shall depart, never to have seen.
......
Mumbling my way through,
It was dark as pitch in the alley,
Apart the cawing of the crows,
Or an occasional bat screech,
There was nothing to be heard or felt,
Questionable existence to be called for,
What did I make of it?
Maybe fit enough to crawl,
And close the rudimentary deals,
......
From womb to tomb I am condemned to be
completely blind and unable to see.
I have never, ever seen the light of day
and have to use a stick to find my way.
Never to see the glory of the setting sun,
or to gaze into the eyes of anyone.
Blind, I entered into this earthly scene.
Blind, I shall depart, never to have seen.
......
Mumbling my way through,
It was dark as pitch in the alley,
Apart the cawing of the crows,
Or an occasional bat screech,
There was nothing to be heard or felt,
Questionable existence to be called for,
What did I make of it?
Maybe fit enough to crawl,
And close the rudimentary deals,
......