There’s a blind woman crying
At the sacrifice of her eyes
And she can see still, through
Swirls of one and two
Clamber up, trying to find a position
In her heart
And one comes out on top
Beauty and bliss and all she’s wanted
From her dark, lonesome eyes
A man is wooing her softly
Taking her, he cares and loves her
But there is another
The blind woman is left alone
Her eyes gone, and a heart replaced
By a bitter cube
The commencement of joy
Has reached and end, she holds no regrets
Watching raw become packaged