I met a man, I understand
how long his beard and callused hands
have graced the earth, felt its dirt,
been milked of all his worth

Hes been cursed until it hurts,
battered with bitter words,
hes given up, its just too much,
For his last days he has parted ways

Though his body wanders these dirty streets
his mind is on the snowy peaks,
his heart lays at his lovers feet,
while his soul tries to make ends meet