Take a look at the blind man wishing every day he could see. He lives his life in darkness. Be grateful, you and me. Take a look at yourself now, sta… - John Miles Foley

The right to sing, the right to play.
The right to do the things I feel in my own way.
And if you took it all and asked me to pretend,
you'd be breaking a heart that won't mend.
The right to win, the right to lose.
The right to fall in love with anyone I choose.
And when it's my mistake and everything goes wrong
I would write what I feel in a song.

Could a feeling be so wrong?
Why I left you for so long.
Home. Though I miss you more each day
there was nothing you could say,
I had to go my way:
show them I was older now
and not some toy that they could play with.
Tell me how everything I need today is?
Lost, only traces on faces
that won't remember me now.
Yes I'm going back there somehow.
Lost where my memory waits for me.
Home is where I belong

I was blinded. Yes, I was blinded,
and the tender touch that said so much doesn't need me now.
I was blinded, how I was blinded.
When I think about how far I've got to fall
it won't help that I was blinded by it all.