Can we see a seventy-something
Who strangely now has nothing
There's a difference one can see
Between the man and his decree

In the little time before his death
Before he takes that final breath
I'd like to see him find some peace
Before his chains to earth release

He so needs the great divide
Trails along a mountainside
Above the clouds and taking in
All the grandour that's therein

I wish he would partake
In the beauty of a mountain lake
And stay so long without a care
Between the pines and mountain air

I'd like to see him run through grass
Barefoot 'til his cares he'll pass
And in a sunset find real peace
As all his burdens finally cease