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 plough
Under someone else's sky?

I have not seen three ships
Their sails all grey 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