At the dawn of the day
He toiled the earth
Far spread with cattle and crops.
His neighbors gazed at his fruits
Wondering how true would this be
For the land is greener than ours
Knowing not the secret of his
They said his ways were astray
To ruin his name and ways
Not stirred nor worried
His sweat that trickled down the brow
Made the fruits sweeter than before
Standing tall when his neighbors fall.
A illusion of a broken man.
He found his way among the wood
Nursing a million wounds
Crawling past the moon
With the Stars his only Fortune,
In a cave he found his shelter
To fight the biting winter
A stone to slumber
For his days were numbered.
As the Dawn hit the dark cave
He dreamt of way being paved
Choked with sorrow and pain
He mustered up for journey ahead
All this a figment of the brain
Held behind by prison chain
For a crime he knew not
Now a life he couldn’t live not.