When I dance I dance full out—
No one can take this joy away.
I lean in music, stir in rain, then turn about.
Some say the blind are filled with doubt.
They think we’re sad in the heart of day.
When I dance I dance full out.
With strangers I’ve been known to shout
In glee—something—animal faith—stay.
I lean in music, stir in rain, then turn about.
Call slow angels, souls with wings of doubt.
Life taught them nothing in their day.
When I dance I dance full out.
Clouds and tears, especially tears will out.
Mendelssohn is right—a violin without delay.
I lean in music, stir in rain, then turn about.
And you my friends, sighted or without,
What songs will you carry on this day?
When I dance I dance full out.
I lean in music, stir in rain, then turn about.
Planet of the Blind 