See the blind man
At the dead of night
He can see, so he wont fight
Running scared like a swan in flight
On and on, looking for delight

But its you, hell 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 cant hide
Theres nowhere to run
Waiting for salvation to come

And its you, coming from far
Got a lonely mind to sell

Crime of passion, crime of pain
How long before I see you again
Ive been free and Ive been high
Got a soul, never ask my why