In the land of the damned with thick skin like barknThe children were jeering a boy in the parknBlind in one eye from the day he was bornnIt was common for all one-eyed boys to be scornednnHector cried from the children's cruel rejectionsnAnd on top of that he had no depth perceptionnThey spit in his face and they gave him no pitynBut that was the way kids used to act in the citynnIn a city without pity no one cries many tearsnAnd they always express way too much of their fearsnThrough their anger which never gets bottled up insidenWhile they gradually develop a tough enough hidennNow, Chino was blind as a batnHe had little or no use for a mapnTo a city of light in which his sight was his touchnAnd the children all loved him so muchnnThe extent of their love was eternalnGrowing out like a seed from a kernelnIn his presence they would be very nervous and faintnFor Chino was revered as a saintnnAnd Hector loved Chino so muchnFor Chino had such a refined sense of touchnHe could pick a lock in the light of the moonnAnd help all his friends rob the neighborhood's roomsnnThey would cut him in for a part of the takenTake him out! Live it up! Buy him steaknTo people with vision robbers all look the samenBut none of his victims suspected the boy with the red and white canennLife was smooth for his partners in crimenWith Chino they never feared facing timenTheir heists worked as smooth as a wheel and a cognAnd with the loot they'd bought Chino a seeing eye dognnOne night on the fourth of JulynOne-eyed Hector was so lonely he criednHe wanted to go out that night and playnBut he didn't want to go alone to the fireworks displaynnNow Chino felt sorry for Hector's great sadnessnAnd, perhaps to atone for his badnessnChino went with him out to the old fairgroundsnEven if only to share with him the exploding soundsnnThe tension in the air rose a full latin milenThe brilliant display shone upon Hector's smilenA rocket shot up like a drunken old flynAnd it came down and put out Hector's only good eyennHector and Chino strolled home hand in handnTwo sad saints negating an unseen landnMisfortune is strange: It can make people wisenWhen they find out that if God is love -- love is blind