What Can I Say

Oh, how should I explain to a blind man, what it's like to be blue? or what the sky is like what it is to be true? Oh, how do I profess to a deaf child, feel the music so strong? the miracle of five, people playing one song? Oh, how am I to preach to the heartless, the sanctity of love? How to tell the difference, love or the loss thereof. What can I say to the disenfranchised, of the wealth they possess? Just trying to get by they need only confess. What can I say to the sighted it seems, how they are truly blind? or that they cannot see the truth they leave behind. What to tell the nonbelievers below of the man up above Who want only one thing to give us all His love. What alibi do I give to profess, that I will commission That miracle itself is that He has risen.