Pint Of Hope

Joy in the eyes of a blind man

Is like facing black canvasses

Though he couldn't really run far

But his heart knows real faces

He creates a world for him self

And fails at times when he does it

His body, mind and soul are kept

Simple smile on his lips will fit

Don’t blame him for what he can do

Sitting all day long on his ramp

He is escaping from his foe

Whispering wishes near a lamp

His mind’s filled with colorful dreams

No one can think of his real name

Insanity draws close, it seems

Nothing’s wrong with him being lame

Think of it that he’s more sincere

He tells no lies behind what’s truth

He may not be a perfect ‘sir’

But he’s more mature wearing suit