| He proudly stands beneath the skies, his heart beats rapid in his chest. he runs quite swiftly from deceit and lies, and puts his soul down for the test. This man of woe will smile in your face, no trace of pain can plainly see. You know for sure He'll shy from your embrace, his hardened heart is closed to thee. He smiles rare, and laughs no more... his frown is ever on his lips- Yes, he is strong, as he survives the storm- his dreams are free as sailing ships. This man who walks all by himself won't see the coming of the day. Stop now his tears- he cries inside. For he must teach himself the way. and yet someday... your time will come, when you'll be there to lead him home. He'll cry no more, and laugh instead... never again will he be alone. Spring, 2002 |
| the Sorrowful Man |