In my world I am blind, unable to see
But living in darkness does not bother me
My world smells of pine, grass, and dirt
Although I walk on needles, nothing seems to hurt
I'm scarred and scratched, torn into shreds
Stitched back together, held up by threads
I can't say I'm happy nor am I sad
not scared scared at all, just twisted and mad
I live in my world, how quaint is it
But it's a real mess,...

I sit in my chair, I sway back and fourth
Inside my cabin that's way up north
The cold frosts my window, the snow piles up
I hold up mug and I sip from the cup
pipping hot tea steams right in my face
And the warm freeing has me lost in space
I close my eyes and see a place
Where the clouds are light, made of silk and lace
Where the grass is green and waves in the...