Frail and weak, depending on a cane
I'm a blind man in the abyss,
Who hears sursurus whispers and curious passers
Pondering how it feels living like this.

I am blind, I cannot see.
And I live my dark days dreadfully.

On my side the guide dog trots,
Watching out for a master with no vision.
Like a leader it shows the way
Motivating followers of little ambition.

Each step I take is one of hate,
Self-pitiful wallows of a pathetic state.

And who am I to fall in love?
Being the most useless burden that one could possibly find.
This world's materialistic and realistic society oppresses me,
What a joke to say that love is blind.

I am blind, but I've come to see.
That someone like you would never love me.