he dont know if he'll show or go but hes gotta get away,
he dont know what hell he did,
but looking back he knows he should be dead,
chorus, the place the man was once before,
had of the smell of trees,
nows hes lead through a place where he can hardly see,
its all over, its all over, its all over, for him now,
he came from the top and droped oh so low,
no recognition no life he has to show,
chorus
solo
chorus
he got no more hope left in him
he'll be going on his way now.
i wrote this when i was 11, its not very good. but i wrote it after looking at this picture in an antique book
