The freezing rain ceases to fall on earth The raindrops glitter like stars through the leaves The man leans against a high cliff side And mutters alone
The pale shadows flickered on the wall Offering a refuge from the dismal glance The man sat at a table with his hands crossed And muttered a blessing
light that withers away And feels the cold that veils his dark, fallen life He woes the grace of past and the frail fond smile In the forlorn of his lost
An old man stares through the window pane The cold wind is swaying the long grass The man sits on a chair resting his weary legs Weakness reflects from
The yellow leaves fly with the wind Covering the graves below the willow The old man stands in the doorway Wiping his eyes with soiled sleeve He kneels
