In aimless quest, they stride aligned A blinded horde, towards decline Without the forte, to feel or see I contemplate, deficiency On sloping trails, their quest proceeds To find at length, a way to see They search above, they search beneath I contemplate, deficiency Holding hands, they stumble forth A sightless pack, a search of 4 Lacking forte, they feel to see I contemplate, deficiency Bruised and torn, they stride ahead Towards a fate, of certain death They lead the way, for fools to be I contemplate, deficiency
In aimless quest, they stride aligned A blinded horde, towards decline Without the forte, to feel or see I contemplate, deficiency On sloping trails, their quest proceeds To find at length, a way to see They search above, they search beneath I contemplate, deficiency Holding hands, they stumble forth A sightless pack, a search of 4 Lacking forte, they feel to see I contemplate, deficiency Bruised and torn, they stride ahead Towards a fate, of certain death They lead the way, for fools to be I contemplate, deficiency
