Spit and the clay, when washed away

Gave the blind man sight

New eyes couldn't comprehend the sun

That by light ended the night

Shackled in blindness since his birth

Whose sin, was it him, what's it all worth



Now with eyes wide open

They interrogate him

Saying "Who is he?"

"Do you believe what that man is saying?"

"Who do you say is he?"



"All I know

Is I was blind", he said,

"And now I see"

"All I know is he healed me"



I sit here today

So I say that I believe in Him

Yet I cannot fathom the wind-like way

That's made me new again

Shackled in darkness since my birth

Whose sin, was it me, what's it all worth



Now new from the womb

They interrogate me

Saying "Who is he?"

"Do you believe what that book is saying?"

"How gullible can you be?"



Darwin may tend to disagree

I don't know

Marx is writing a drug I need

Still I don't know

Freud analyzes in my head

Nietzsche's saying God is dead

But I'm saying