Blinded

Through the haze we see much different,
When cups are filled with only strife,
Night refuses to relinquish,
The hold it has upon our life.

Tempest winds blow through so easy,
With no resistance to the gale,
Leaves our ship torn and battered,
To then drift aimless with no sail.

Rocks scream danger every moment,
To most it's but a fleeting cry,
Passing shores offering harbor,
Without a thought we pass on by.

The sun is shining brightly somewhere,
Birds sing and skies are blue,
But hearts that sit in clouded darkness,
Has eyes blinded by this truth.