The Old Man (original) (raw)

i had to sit there as he explained
how his little life had shattered
and now he felt so drained

he spoke of things i know too well,
like how your perfect world
can go to hell

he talked and talked, his voice shook to quake
he spoke of knowing nothing,
and only heart ache

he told me of dreams that they would grow old,
not ever thinking of one day,
feeling so cold

when he spoke of depth and falling low
he spoke of what i had said,
when i chose to go

he told me not to hold on
that my life was short
and soon it'd be gone