How strange it must seem when viewed by the blind Who have learned to perceive without sight.
Little ones know without being told.
In place of sweet trust they feel fear. Youngsters can sense what others cannot, Grown-ups could, too, if they tried. To regain your Vision, look in your heart, Opening your Inner eye wide. Do as the blind do, sense what is there, Behold what is waiting inside. Felicia is my name.