The language we speak: proverbs

A man who pays respect to the great paves way for his own greatness

We hold the light for the blind
The blind holds the colours for us
We call it a rainbow
Theirs is a dream, hope.
I hold the mat for the king
Unlock my back bone so he could travel
And see the world without soiling his feet
We call this honor.
When I became blind
I held the breeze, held the sun, held the trees
Held my hopes high for a hand
I called this faith
When I became king,
I cleared the mud for others to walk
I call this imbalance

LARDO