Land of the blind

In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king.
The masses buy the lie, and swallow everything.
But if ever entered such a man with eyes of a pair,
would he rule the land as new found king?
or would he be...
Hit by a thousand stones,
backed by two thousand angry fists.
Hit by flying, blind arrows.
In the mind of a child, the line's thin between right and wrong.
But give it time, I'm sure things will change before long.
But if ever a child grows up strong, with a mind of his own,
will he sing out loud the blind man's song?
or will he be...
Hit by a thousand stones,
backed by two thousand angry fists.
Hit by flying, blind arrows.
For Your sake, I'll endure this.
Now I lay these broken arrows at Your feet,
take them from me, see this blind man on his knees.
In the land of the blind, I can't seem to find my place.
For so long I've closed my eyes,
and hoped no one feels the tears on my face.
But if ever I arrive one day, with throat dry as sand,
will you greet me with a warm embrace?
or will I be...
Hit by a thousand stones,
backed by two thousand angry fists.
Hit by flying, blind arrows.
For Your name, I'll endure this.