Old man
Your life is upon your shoulders
The saddest thing that looks outside
Behind your fading eyes

Old days
That coming back, are painful
Forgotten once when life was hope
Keep burning out your soul

Like the ashes of your dead
Cracking slowly, endlessly
All those presences you had
Simple tears in the sea

You feel
The flame that fades away
The gift of life a weight you bear
And won’t carry no more

Old man, you’re on your own
This world is not your home
Old man, you’ll be alone
Going home

Your life
Wasted without profit
A bet too high against the fate
You thought you knew so well

Sad tale
With nobody to listen
Why look ahead, tomorrow’s just
An empty page that’s missing

Grief can change to irony
With the burden of the years
Anger is the sanctuary
Where you sacrifice your fears

You’ve learn
The most sour of lessons
To lose the smile and still keep laughing

On and on and on…

Old man, you’re on your own
This world is not your home
Old man, you’ll be alone
Going home

Old man
Old age now is against you
The deepest thing we see inside
Your pale and closing eyes

Your days
Quickly passing by
And while your time is running out
There’s nothing to old on to

In the night you lay awake
In the silence fearing death
Will come treacherously to take you
You’re afraid of your own breath

No one
Would notice your departure
Six feet of clay with just a number
The story of your life

Old man, you’re on your own
This world is not your home
Old man, you’ll be alone
Going home…

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