As he walks slowly on the empty road
in his mind, the poor life of a rich man,
Thinking what is worth to live for
when you end up poor again
Every step shows a remorse,
or a satisfaction of the man's life.
Every footprint that touches the ground
has a story to tell behind.
With closed eyes, hands on his pockets,
slowly sighs and waves his head
as if he is tired from a story...
tormented by a memory he could never shred
While thinking, he gently smiles
That smile, kindles his face
and he realizes that in his life
there has also been love and grace
Another step...and a tear drops....
like it has something to say
Once, even his
As he walks slowly on the empty road
in his mind, the poor life of a rich man,
Thinking what is worth to live for
when you end up poor again
Every step shows a remorse,
or a satisfaction of the man's life.
Every footprint that touches the ground
has a story to tell behind.
With closed eyes, hands on his pockets,
slowly sighs and waves his head
as if he is tired from a story...
tormented by a memory he could never shred
While thinking, he gently smiles
That smile, kindles his face
and he realizes that in his life
there has also been love and grace
Another step...and a tear drops....
like it has something to say
Once, even his
