There is a problem with me,
I am blind, but I still see,
I see the ruin of the nation,
I see the birth of creation,
I see things that haven’t come yet,
I know people that I haven’t met,
I see the fall of the poorer races,
I see the bodies of the dead, their faces,
I see the rise of evil Kings,
I see the birth of devils with wings,
I see things that a human should not,
I see through the defence of the emperor, his one weak spot,
There is a problem with me, I fear,
I am deaf but I still hear,
I hear the wolf’s haunting calls,
I hear the crumbling of far away walls,
I hear the wind blowing at a ship’s sails,
I hear the doomed souls screaming wails,
I hear the blood oozing from an open cut,
I hear eyes being opened and shut,
I hear the cries of unnamed,
I can hear the weeping of the unclaimed,
I can hear whispers in a lover’s ear,
I can hear the tremble in a voice filled with fear,
There is something wrong with me I’m told,
I still feel, only with my soul,
I feel the hate of the man for the child,
I feel the love of the tame for the wild,
I feel the rain that falls from the sky,
I feel every exhale of breath when you sigh,
I feel the clouds gather overhead,
I feel the power in the words that God said,
I feel the joy in every single thing,
I feel the heart in every bird that will sing,
I feel the river running over rocks,
I feel the companionship of the sheep in flocks,
There is a problem with me they say,
I see only sorrow as they move away,
I hear only apologies as they leave me,
I feel only sadness when I know they cannot see.
