He sits there all day waiting ,eyes are old and face scarred
At the same corner everyday , for that ***** pavement he's a part
camouflaged in the chaotic noise , he tries to catch an eye
In a deep un-settling voice , he tries to woo the passer-by
But there is none who has time for his shouts and rants
Too busy walking-on , maybe a sorry with their hands
I wonder whats his story , its hard to believe but once he was a young man
What led him here , to the ***** pavement of this god-forsaken land
What choices did he make , what consequences he suffered
Which path did he choose , on what step he fluttered
Sometimes i can see him whispering but i can't hear what he utters
Smiling to his pet bird and stroking the tender feathers
Talking to self , theres no one else to share his pain
So alone and lost i wonder if he even remembers his name
He looks weak but I can see he was once strong
He has an old photograph where he sits and he's not alone
Maybe he searches for those faces , the ones gone
I wonder who were they , freinds or family
Or just some old relations that have now out-grown
Maybe some travellers passing-by , the ones he had never known
He walks away sometimes but i never did care to see where-to
He walks away with pride and out of my view
And one day he walked away to never return
I waited and hoped that one day he would turn
So i can tell him , what he was looking for he got in the end
That he was not alone , his emptiness made a friend