When I wake up in the morning my eyes open but I can’t see.
I yearn to see a vision, a vision of me.
I can’t see as I am blind.
A sight and a vision is what I wish to find.
I always wake up hoping today I will see some light.
I always end up with darkness, like the darkness of the night.
I often think why me?
All I want is a beautiful colour to see,
All my life I have had no vision.
Feeling like my blindness has given total division.
Walking on the streets is a hard task.
The difficultly of which I struggle to mask.
Each day however I have hope.
Hope that one day my eyes will open but vision will float.