Blindness overwhelms me; I see nothing but her light.
I follow in her footsteps; her every word is right.
Though I might want to be in charge of my life day-to-day
I know that in reality, it’s her hand guides my way.
Her hand upon the tiller, her heart up in the sky
I feel that as we sail through life I’ve finally learned to fly.
But then I never follow her; I’m led by my own heart
to her determination and her gentle loving art.
She leads me down new pathways that I would never find
to search out hidden keys to locks that open up my mind.
Then heart and mind together I can walk by her side
knowing that in those loving eyes, there’s nothing I need hide.
Doin’ Stuff stuff