sometimes I find myself with the window open letting my mind wonder outside
hoping i put enough raw emotion and detail in my lines to describe beauty to a man thats blind
let my words become his eyes to the point he tilts his eyebrows showing surprise and puts his face in his hands and crys, an in between sighs i hear him say "At least i can say i saw beauty before i died"


For me to describe equality is assanine like making somebody portray the skyline thats blind
For neither one of us have seen what you ask us to explain
Bloodied hands is the only thing from Lady Liberty's Remains
Me to describe fairness is asking to describe walking from a man thats parapalegic
Because the bottom line is we can't tell you about it if we haven't seen it