An elderly man stood near a side street
Scrimmaging around for something to eat
All his clothes torn
Sorry and warn
He had no family or friends
Searching for ends
I couldn’t help but to ask
What he had in his flask
He said the dreams of the past
That didn’t last
With a sad frown he walked around town
Thinking of ways to ignore his sadness
Trying not to get lost in his own madness
He asks for the time
While he murmurs a rhyme
Betrayed and dismayed
Concrete is where he laid
Looking at the stars above
Trapped in a dream
Inside I scream
Bring back what is mine
For it can’t remove the time
Lift me up above the stars
And remove the bars