Just as the sun traverses from East to West
A weary man passes without contest.
His mind awand'ring as his sight goes gray
It seems as if Death is here to stay.
A sadness, an ache
For he cannot partake
In the happiness swelling around him.
He seems alone
Broken in his own little home
He waits in passing day
As the world, it fades
Leaving him hollow, broken, and alone.
