Blind Man

I'll be your purse if you will come back

And set the blind man to his door

If man's best friend will be my friend

Until the bitter end

Days and nights which chuck and turn

Walk by through them to me all the time

The world can blend

I'll be in company

I will follow where you lead

Our paths will never cross us

The sounds and smells of wind and rain

With help I know we'll get there

Loneliness is the friend I knew

Has ceased the script at last

The emptiness I always felt

Has been replaced by you