In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king.

The masses buy the lie, and swallow everything.

But if ever entered such a man with eyes of a pair,

would he rule the land as new found king?

or would he be...

Hit by a thousand stones,

backed by two thousand angry fists.

Hit by flying, blind arrows.

In the mind of a child, the line's thin between right and wrong.

But give it time, I'm sure things will change before long.

But if ever a child grows up strong, with a mind of his own,

will he sing out loud the blind man's song?

or will he be...

Hit by a thousand stones,

backed by two thousand angry fists.

Hit by flying, blind arrows.

For Your sake, I'll endure this.

Now I lay these broken arrows at Your feet,

take them from me, see this blind man on his knees.

In the land of the blind, I can't seem to find my place.

For so long I've closed my eyes,

and hoped no one feels the tears on my face.

But if ever I arrive one day, with throat dry as sand,

will you greet me with a warm embrace?

or will I be...

Hit by a thousand stones,

backed by two thousand angry fists.

Hit by flying, blind arrows.

For Your name, I'll endure this.