I Was Once Blind

I was blind, but I could still see I wasn't deaf, but I still wouldn't hear, As the sadness was happening all about me. Why, why don't we all just stop and flee Let us all escape from this sadness and fear, But, then God he would still see. Must we all worship as we plea So, people will know of our suffering and our tear, What has become of both you and me. All that I want is respect and to be free And with my voice I want others to shout and cheer, There is the truth and I want all to see. I will not be known or pointed out as a nobody I want to be heard both loud and clear, And when others look, they will then know me. I will not be acknowledged while I am on my knee As my convictions will not ever leave or disappear, It doesn't take eyesight for one to truly see; Now I listen, as I wish others to listen to me. Randy L. McClave