There’s the man they said was dead
He’s travelled so many miles
Glory shines above his head
His eyes sparkle as he smiles
He can see who we want to be
And who we really are
There’s the man who stays outside
The circle always seems to close
Once he tried to swallow his pride
But found his voice only froze
He can feel his wound will heal
But it will leave a scar
There’s the man who lost his mind
Now who is he trying to fool ?
Soon he’ll find he was blind
In a kind lesson that seems cruel
He does not know where to go
He’s already gone too far
There’s the man of destiny
Trying to make the connection
In the struggle to be free
And find a new direction
He won’t look above for any love
Or wish upon a star
There’s the man who never was
Did you hear him deny it ?
When asked to state his cause
He just remained so quiet
With no violence in the silence
There was only melodrama.
Lyndon Queripel
