There once was a madman
Lost in his own world and
He'd talk to the breeze
And climb up tall trees and
The madman he saw
Ghosts and unseen things
A world of sorrow sharp and keen
Cold and alone and he's
Beneath a sky of grey and gold and
His secrets locked his journey done
The madman sleeps his spirit flown.
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 6:57 PM UTC
There once was a madman
Lost in his own world and
He'd talk to the breeze
And climb up tall trees and
The madman he saw
Ghosts and unseen things
A world of sorrow sharp and keen
Cold and alone and he's
Beneath a sky of grey and gold and
His secrets locked his journey done
The madman sleeps his spirit flown.
The Madman didn't like Cruises.
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