Alone, in a dessert of golden sand,
Forever waits for the world to catch up
He stands and watches the whole of the land
All the meanwhile sipping Time from his cup
His beard swims with the night sky's stars
His eyes are are deeper than the deepest ocean
His skin is marked with one thousand war's scars
His face wrinkled with supreme devotion
In the beginning he was very old
But at the same time incredibly new
When the end has come his life will uphold
And still continue like he is used to 
           And so it seems an old man passes us by
           For all we can do is wither and die