BLINDING LIGHT

Should the light leave

My line of sight

And I lost my

Sense of seeing

My life would be

A thing of fright.

If the moon that is in the sky

Should disappear from my eye

The earth would become

A darksome kingdom.

If what I hear

Should disappear

The silent sound

Would quite resound.

If I lost my sense of touch

I would not feel very much.

Let me embrace this life

And not this kind of strife.