Thursday, 23 August 2012

When a Blind Man Cries


If you're leaving close the door.
I'm not expecting people anymore.
Hear me grieving, I'm lying on the floor.
Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure.

I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man and my world is pale.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know there ain't no sadder tale
.

Had a friend once in a room,
Had a good time but it ended much too soon.

In a cold month in that room
We found a reason for the things we had to do.  


I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man, now my room is cold.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know he feels it from his soul.





::: i chose to be blind coz
 heart won't break when eyes couldn't see :::


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