Oh old man you swing and pray
Your mystery beyond perception one would say

Oh old man you earn the sigh of the streets
But yet on your tongue the claim of his love repeats

Oh old man your praise ceases not your pain
The praise of the one who made you insane

Oh old man everyone dies in your sight
Other than the almighty,the one always right

Oh old man do you merely **** time
All you have become is mine
With others your words dont rhyme

Oh old man what of those you left unattended
Has their love for you descended?
For they pity not your search?
While you proclaim you have all unearthed.