Blind Sight

I wander through the night,
seeing without my sight,
the love it guides me steadily as I fight to stay alive.

They don't see what I can,
they can't use the love,
because sight is way too special to easily give up.

They say I'm blind but they don't know how much I really see,
they don't know how little sight means to me.

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