Man Song Sung

truth of the life of the fallen

He started life with a strong arm and back
He started a family with arm and back
He smartly worked hard for a home
He found a home for his family

He owned this home and land
He worked harder for family and home
He worked, fate had him fall
He fell....

He was broken he was never He again
The man tried to be He
The man fell again, and again
Trying spells and herbs,
concocted brews and tinctures

The man wanted so bad to be He
The more the man tried the farther from
Crying, kneeling, he couldn’t smell
The shit on his knees

Everything lost, love, blood, time, sun, moons
the man Is dead
No one noticed
He is dead