I have not seen the light but I have cursed the day
Speechless as the sun, shapeless as the clay
I have not called to God in my hour of need
The minutes spin around the gingham on her knees
I have not seen three ships
Passing in the night
Like hands across her hips
I have not seen the light
I have not broken down, I have not been betrayed
I have not said a word, I have not been afraid
I have not learned to crawl, I have not learned to die
Are hands upon the plow under someone else's sky?
I have not seen three ships
Their sails all gray and white
With voices on their lips
I have not seen the light
I have not seen three ships
Their sirens on the sea
Wreathed in red and brown
They do not sing for me
I have not lost my way
I have not lost my sight
I'm staring down the sun
I have not seen the light