Through the atmosphere,
A silver ball,
Heading townward,
Drifting downward.

Not a sound,
Metallic, round,
Was glistening chrome.
Felt like home.

Was heading west,
Thought it was best,
To separate.
But no.
Too late.

Was not the time,
To leave behind.
When I heard the bell,
I was caught by its spell.

One,
Two,
Two and,
Three.
There'll simply always be,
A certain kind.
None more blind,
Than those,
Who refuse to see.

One,
Two,
Two and,
Three.
There'll simply always be,
A certain kind.
None more blind,
Than those,
Who refuse to see.

There were voices calling.
Bodies falling.
Turning day,
To night.

As movers, shakers.
Decision makers,
Blushed,
In sheer delight.

There was something glowing.
A deep, deep knowing,
But then,
Retreated in fright.

I don't know how.
It's broken now.
Maybe,
They were right.

One,
Two,
Two and,
Three.
There'll simply always be,
A certain kind.
None more blind,
Than those,
Who refuse to see.

One,
Two,
Two and,
Three.
There'll simply always be,
A certain kind.
None more blind,
Than those,
Who refuse to see.

From a smattering,
Ray scattering.
A gift from heaven.
Yes.

I'd always believed,
That I'd be received.
But alas,
I wasn't blessed.

Out of the blue, 
As such things do,
They'd watched us,
Fight and claw.

Death and destruction,
For the biggest nothing.
It was then,
They turned...

...And shut the door.

One,
Two,
Two and,
Three.
There'll simply always be,
A certain kind.
None more blind,
Than those,
Who refuse to see.

One,
Two,
Two and,
Three.
There'll simply always be.
A certain kind.
None more blind,
Than those,
Who refuse to see.

To see.

To see.

None More Blind [Munnzentan]

Munnzentan