true love is blindthey say true love is blindshould i marry helen kellar?they say true love is blindshould i marry stevie wonder?don't know how i'm going to finda girl like helen kellardon't know how i'm going to finda girl named stevie wonderthey say true love is blindshould i marry anne sullivan?they say true love is blindshould i marry john milton?don't know how i'm going to finda girl like anne sullivandon't know how i'm going to finda girl named john miltonthey say love is blindshould i marry ray charles?they say love is blindshould i marry that guy from becker?don't know how i'm going to finda girl named ray charlesdon't know how i'm going to finda girl named that guy from beckerit would be hard to findanything if you were blindeven true love
the flight of tin sea menI once knew of ten men who knew of a manwho sailed to the Jordan in his aluminum canThey were quite low on food so they saved their last goatand ate crackers and jam that they found on the boatWhile digging in water to find treasure deepThey dug up a man whom they knew as a creepThe treasure chest finally, it came with such gleeThat they sent in their dog with a bone to buryWell the moon passed the sun and they both said goodnightBut nights filled with terrors and nightmares and frightAs time ticked to minutes passed quarter to twoCame a boredom struck goblin with nothing to doWell he snickered, he laughed, he attended his bathThen he followed the men on the scent littered pathAs they noticed finally, there came such a shoutThat from the sad goblins ears there was blood pouring outHe was rushed to the medic emergency with urgencyBut the doctor was out on vacation with sights to seeOut of each eye so Visible a tearWhen the poor Goblins spirit had left out of hereWith
normalityimagine yourself in a place called normal, miles away from anything strange. There are three people there which is good because you believe that three is perfect. As you sit on you range of a landscape and wonder, you believe all is well.-until...The end of normal, the beginning of usual, the start of rhythm, the commence of everything that truly is something.Give it up for you brother,wash behind your ears,cleanse your mind while your at it, i know what you've seen. So do you and you want to forget. Well, forget you brother because nobody can forget here for we are already forgotten.How can the dead die, so is the forgotten to forget? never.They are to sit in their room at the back of the forgettors mind untill circumstance, fate, will, or coincidence shall draw you out of your cell and into the light. Never may happen, but still a chance.THAT IS WHY WE.HOPE HOPE HOPE
i wishedi wished i was a wise manor , atleast, was wiser than youi could solve my problemsand do what i wanted to doi could do what i wanted to doi dreampt i was a captainor ,atleast, lived by the seai filled it up with my boatand sailed to the land of the freei sailed it to the land of the freeyou said you'd make me a warrioror, atleast , you'd give me a swordi'd bring it out on the battlefieldand i'd be fighten' off hoard after hoardi'd be fighten' angry hoard after hoardguess i'll settle for normalor, atleast, not crazy or oddbut if i could become a wise manwell, i would be one, so help me Godi would be one so help me God