Blindness cured

Filling out the dreams with pieces of reality
To stand in front of the mirrored mentality

A bucket in hand and a placard held high
Drop a coin of love, fool me with your lie

The fear of change clutches at the throat
Wade the fire river, in a bottomless boat

Fireflies are memories only of the light
The blind cannot be shown this delight

The lord touches the leper and behold
Initselfness dies; so the legend is told

Repeat molecules line up on void's shelf
The nature of the beast is to kill the self

A drop of water on an arid soil, filled with grace
A green birth has its own time has its own place