Littlejohn
03-06-2006, 10:11 AM
I've been messing around with this for a couple of days, I still have a long way to go with it so I'll be updating it a lot on here, but help me out if you can.
I met a man down on his luck
Out of work and out of home
I bought him a warm meal
He asked if I ever felt alone
I did not know how to reply
I just stared at the floor
Until reluctantly I said always
As we both walked out the door
He thanked me for my kindness and company
I said, “Kind sir you don’t realize how much
You have helped me.”
So I learned that day not to get lost in proprieties
Because this man that has so little, has so much more than me
I didn’t want to forget this
So I took a snapshot for myself
Framed it in irony
And hung it on my wall
So when I wake up
It’s there to greet me
Like a snow-capped mountain
That I misplaced in the fog
So I never again took anything for granted in life
Because I saw a whole new world
Through someone else’s eyes
While society was busy pointing guns and shaking their fists
I realized, the point in life, is to be content to just exist
Because nothing that I say or do could ever amount to this:
“Don’t let yourself die, realizing that you’ve never lived”
“Don’t let yourself die, realizing that you’ve never lived”
I met a man down on his luck
Out of work and out of home
I bought him a warm meal
He asked if I ever felt alone
I did not know how to reply
I just stared at the floor
Until reluctantly I said always
As we both walked out the door
He thanked me for my kindness and company
I said, “Kind sir you don’t realize how much
You have helped me.”
So I learned that day not to get lost in proprieties
Because this man that has so little, has so much more than me
I didn’t want to forget this
So I took a snapshot for myself
Framed it in irony
And hung it on my wall
So when I wake up
It’s there to greet me
Like a snow-capped mountain
That I misplaced in the fog
So I never again took anything for granted in life
Because I saw a whole new world
Through someone else’s eyes
While society was busy pointing guns and shaking their fists
I realized, the point in life, is to be content to just exist
Because nothing that I say or do could ever amount to this:
“Don’t let yourself die, realizing that you’ve never lived”
“Don’t let yourself die, realizing that you’ve never lived”