In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king
The masses buy the lie, and swallow everything
But if ever entered such a man with eyes of a pair,
would he rule the land as new found king?
or would he be
Hit by a thousand stones,
backed by two thousand angry fists
Hit by flying, blind arrows
In the mind of a child, the line's thin between right and wrong
But give it time, I'm sure things will change before long
But if ever a child grows up strong, with a mind of his own,
will he sing out loud the blind man's song?
or will he be
Hit by a thousand stones,
backed by two thousand angry fists
Hit by flying, blind arrows
For Your sake, I'll endure this
Now I lay these broken arrows at Your feet,
take them from me, see this blind man on his knees
In the land of the blind, I can't seem to find my place
For so long I've closed my eyes,
and hoped no one feels the tears on my face
But if ever I arrive one day, with throat dry as sand,
will you greet me with a warm embrace?
or will I be
Hit by a thousand stones,
backed by two thousand angry fists
Hit by flying, blind arrows
For Your name, I'll endure this