I was not born blind, I became blind at the age of 12. So I have seen the world and I know what things look like. When I sing about love and pain, joy and sadness, I know what I'm singing about.
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!