• Blind Mag

    Blind Mag Blind Mag Open your Eyes
    Tomorrow could be better than Yesterday

    I know all your life has been nothing but fear
    But remember that
    The sky has a kinder shade than the one you see
    The Sun may overpower, but the moon is kind
    Just be wary of the shadows that envelop it

    Chorus: So look up to the sky and see
    the beauty that greed has presented to you
    And though hatred may seem right, just think of me
    Your Best Friend Marni

    You walk through the throes of masks alone
    Hiding your pain and sorrow
    Loved by all and hated by them
    You still march foward to the past

    Chorus
    Day after Day, Second by Second
    You tread on with a heart of tears
    out of anger, out sorrow and out of joy
    of knowing that today could be your last
    Chorus

    And while there is no escape from
    the envy that is fate
    remember that
    To teach compassion to a heart of hate
    is like telling Blind about color and deaf about Music

    So look up to the Skies and see
    the beauty that greed has presented to you
    and though hatred may seem right: just think of me
    your best friend Marni. Just think of me, Your best friend Marni

    Blind Mag Blind Mag open your eyes
    Tomorrow should be better that today