The story of the Beggerman, with eyes filled with despair. Watched on by the passing world that doesn't even know that you are there. Beggerman, what does the wind and rain say today? Does it ask why you sit at the pity of those who do not wonder why? Who merely part your sight without the tear of a goodbye. Beggerman, Lonely like the moon, but no shine is seen, nothing around you to bloom. Beggerman, do you believe in a god to love, that guides your fate solely from his holy hand above? Or have you lost your faith, from many years stranded in the cold, from the cradle to your youth, from middle age to old. Beggerman, not only change you ask to spare, but a change in the system, something in the air. Aren't we all the Beggerman, begging for some change? In this life, in this world, before we hit our grave.