See the blind man

At the dead of night

He can see, so he won't fight

Running scared like a swan in flight

On and on, looking for delight



But it's you, he'll hear you running

As this blind man tells the blind



See the children in the jungle zone

Black man woken

Till your work is done

He can't hide

There's nowhere to run

Waiting for salvation to come



And it's you, coming from far

Got a lonely mind to sell



Crime of passion, crime of pain

How long before I see you again

I've been free and I've been high

Got a soul, never ask my why