White Cane

 


The Cane am talking about is a third eye, The third eye for the blind, It illuminates the path of blind, Forever it remains a silent helper, The White Cane is the third eye. The White Cane is power to the blind, The power of the Cane is unrivaled, It gives ability to walk around , The blind, don't feel shy about the Cane. The White Cane is the third eye. Walk around as those who have sight, Why not celebrate the White Cane, The Cane is a sign to the sighted, Don't feel pity for them give them way, White Cane is the third eye. The blind, remember James Biggs, This man out did blindness , This man gave birth to the White Cane, Aiming to avoid accidents was the Cause! White Cane is the third eye.

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