It wasn't fair

My voices drift in from the endless night, telling you they long to see the light.
You whisper to them don't give up the fight, one day they to will have the gift of sight
Though answers are near there tied down by hate, but when they arrive you forget that there late.
Though it seems sometimes it's controlled by fate.. You'll never forget the thoughts they create... As the soft voices turn to howls of dispair because the damage its done beyond repair... You desperatly long for someone to care as we call into the night, it just .. wasn't fair.!