So I guess that's what they call
when there's someone in need for all.
The great of all, but he'll forget it all.
This man stands so tall,
All the seasons feel as the same fall,
The tingling cold makes his skin crawl.
How can a man be savior in grace
when on his mind,
Only the chill fills the space,
And no man will ever ask if he's out of place.
They need a hero, for the villains to chase.
And he will only look at the ground.
The earth and man that had him bound.
