The sun rises , yet the day has no light for me,

I can hear the sound of life , yet I can not see,

Blindness is foreign to me, I crave the light,

I want to know when the darkness will bring the night.

 

How did I get here , why are my hands tide?

I want to scream, but there is no noise, I tried,

Last thing I remember is being out having fun,

This has to be a dream, or something ,I want to run.

 

Some one must have pulled a blind fold off while I was asleep,

I am locked in my room, at my desk ,feeling cheap,

The darkness is settling in, in more ways than one,

Looks like the life of the old me died, now I must start a new one.