One day when you grow old
Miles away from distant past
You will hear for a song told
By a humble man that passed.

You won't know who he was
Even though you knew him then
And you will feel bad because
You'll never see him again.

And he will watch you with his eyes
Of a humble man that cries
Every second in the skies
Regretting the demise
Of his life, unwise...

...ly spent on writing a song
That will be just as long
As the grief of a man who spent
His whole life staying strong
Just because he belonged
To a man reading
That very song.