See the blind manAt the dead of nightHe can see, so he won't fightRunning scared like a swan in flightOn and on, lo oking for delightBut it's you, he'll hear you runningAs this blind man tells the blindSee the children in the jungle zone Black man wokenTill your work is doneHe can't hideThere's nowhere to runWaiting for salvation to comeAnd it's you, coming from farGot a lonely mind to sellCrime of passion, crime of painHow long before I see you againI've been free and I've be en highGot a soul, never ask my why