He used to walk with life in his stride
He used to strut with a heart full of pride
These days see him stumbling every so often
These days see his eyes vacant and sullen
So I asked if there was anything bothering him
So I asked what is it that made his light so dim
He tarried, then answered with conviction true
He tarried before he finally answered, "You..."
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
He used to walk with life in his stride
He used to strut with a heart full of pride
These days see him stumbling every so often
These days see his eyes vacant and sullen
So I asked if there was anything bothering him
So I asked what is it that made his light so dim
He tarried, then answered with conviction true
He tarried before he finally answered, "You..."
