Gone too far
Are the winds of hope
For a man with no light to see
Beneath his eyes

His threads are sewed
His time still runs
Yet his hands are still
Drawn to the winds

As the stars shone bright
And the moon rose quiet
The man grew old
Passed his dripping years

The planted seeds
He treasured for years
Took no time to heed
The plea of a wilting man

The winds of hope
Showed no mercy to the man
Until the man has meet
His marching band

Only then he was pleased
For a place to rest
To stop his time
Aboard the winds