This poem's key / My hope rests there / Lies in these three / Words: "God knows where"

Falling

When the blind have led the blind
Both have fallen on the way
Now the blind lead the sighted
And unlike those left behind
Just the sighted fall today
Controlled by the benighted
Who are only blind inside

And no matter what we say
How we die how many died
Down their dark road they lead us
As they play upon our fear

They think they do not need us
That we need must heed them here
We are sighted but our voice
Is disengaged from our mind

Rendered mute we see no choice
And we know they cannot see
Will not hear the silent scream
Of our slow-motion nightmare
Falling into their blind dream
From the top to God knows where
Who still sees must hear somehow

Only God can help us now

+Steven Curtis Lance



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