A ragged man walking admits some unknown moment
As emotions rage, ravage; alone in eternity without hope
I suppose this maybe true for sure I gaze into the blue,
As within no passion dose he receive nor his tattered shoes,
But away into the depths of darkness such shoes bestowed.
Bestowed upon a heavy heart as hardship remains,
Another mile has gone, vanished without a trace,
But everything in time has aged—these ragged shoes,
Now in disgrace, these weary shoes shown aged
Dose the hardship show, eternity shall not wait I assume.
Stare at the reflections cast upon the moment
So forgotten, lost in the tombs of grief forever silent
Dose nothing move nor talks nor listens
That life never stops, so such shoes become abandoned.
It's laces skewed, its soles have faded out while
Tattered colors bleed, whilst no amount of faith,
It’s on this earth, in a desolate plague of hell
There in a gutter, misplaced, helpless with fear
While inside a party rages, deep in silent shoes
While ecstasy fills the voids, hungry for more
Girls stare at the ragged shoes, the ragged reflection of a man
Down into the night of darkness rains,
That remains untouched, in the ebbing darkness
But invisible like a statue, invisible man shouts without sound,
Shouts for mercy, alone against darkness, hardship bound
It’s not the shoes that feel fear,
For such shoes only wish thus night too testify some love.
