written on July 18th, 2005
Walking by the field,
With a stick in his hand
He can't see with his eyes,
But with the stick he feels the land.
He's steady while he's walking,
Over the rocks or sand,
He's still walking on,
with a stick in his hand
He can't see with his eyes,
But he never accepts defeat,
He walks without seeing,
Oh! What a great feat.
