Blind

I’ve lived so long under the wind from Satan’s wings

That I’d gotten comfort in the torment and misery that it brings

His every breath exhales fire and smoke

And I would inhale his death with my every toke

This poison entered by body at my own demand

Until I got sick of it and reached out for God’s hand

Now as appreciation for what God’s done for me

I will spread His word and show that the blind can once again see