down in the meadows
where i once saw a man
a tarnished, soulless, soul of a man
he begged for no mercy
did not reach for a hand
content just to be, just where he stands
the grasses were waving
in the cold winter wind
a solitary being in a lonely land
the world cannot see him
but the meadows can
as wind only lends it\'s biting hand
i saw and i wondered
what makes one a man
when one is forgotten and returns to the sand
i will not reach for him
and he will not demand
exodus from his wind bitten land