Turn a blind eye

Turn a blind eye This is do and die No time to cry Please tell me why Turn a deaf ear What do you want to hear? It all becomes clear Too soon, I fear Speak a dumb tongue Every thought has been wrung The story unsung All the bards have been hung. Through the cold nose Not a scent has arose Try, try hard to doze through the thoughts that you chose. Give a numb touch This one hurts very much why must it be such In my mental thatch hutch? Beat a cold heart Not my choice to impart Like a gaze to the art Let it keep us apart. Turn a blind eye To the gray autumn sky Oh cease, cease to try But don't tell me goodbye. Mark Burton September 2nd, 2005 12:41 P.M.