Bryntse, Bjærklund    Darkness  All that is before my eyes  Nothing  Lives inside my eyes  Visions  Of what could be out there  Questions  Eager to know, yearning for sight  Lifeless  Eyes that can not see  Unseen  Images of what could be  Strange  Illusions often cross my mind  Searching  Answers hidden far behind  In my eyes, the landscape dies, never ever exist  What is sight, what is light, how could I know  Blind since birth, condemned by earth, left in cold  alone  See with hands, but never lands, life can be so bad