Now he walks rather slow yes his wrinkly and sad rheumy eyes,
But the best thing you can see, is that twinkle in his eyes,
Lost all he owned, family possessions all gone.
As he goes to and fro, where are my people
Where have they gone, have they forgotten me,
A quiver on, his lips a tear in his eyes,
Longing; looking, looking for what!
But he keeps marching on, the road is long and hard,
Stumbles here and there cursing those who put him there,
As night, falls silence Eco's all around, so dark and cold,
He hugs himself to keep warm, misery on his face,
Hope in his heart,where are you my love,
Where have you gone, whimpering hoping
Just then, the moon comes out, to light his path
He looks up with awe in his eyes
The moon smiling to warm his heart
Directing him to that lonesome door
That he calls home, as he opens the door
Falls on his knees silence, nothing but silence
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