The Blind Guitarist

Описание: In a shapeless world where daylight fades
A blind man hums through city haze
By my doorway, like a shadow passed
Barefoot, shirtless, tied to the

The whole world rushed right by his side
Never knowing what lived inside
He raised that worn-out guitar
And night gave way to dawn once more

He played a timeless tune at dawn
While darkness lingered, his light went on
Though his eyes saw endlessly
His song still saw the truth in me
Every morning I believed
Whispered low — he can see

Coins in a cup, dreams in his grin
Faces keep moving, never let in
He plays for the lonely, lost, and cold
For hearts that need a story to hold

The whole world rushed right by his side
Never knowing what lived inside
He raised that worn-out guitar
And night gave way to dawn once more

He played a timeless tune at dawn
While darkness lingered, his light went on
Though his eyes saw endlessly
His song still saw the truth in me
Every morning I believed
Whispered low — he can see

Maybe sight is more than eyes
More than colors in the sky
Maybe truth lives in the sound
That lifts the ones still on the ground

He played a timeless tune at dawn
Even silence leaned and listened on
Though the world stayed blind around me
He saw life in every key
And I whispered, finally free
He can see… he can see

Acoustic guitar only
He can see…