The Hollow Man

The hollow man lives in the sun

A refugee who’s on the run

He breathes and burns and bravely sings

About the time when he had wings

 

He wonders though the reason why

An angel in the sun won’t die

And that it’s, oh so, awfully sad

He lost his wings and then went mad

 

That tragic day of solar flare

When he was born a man with hair

With eyes and bones and heart of steel

When wings from off his back did peel

 

The hollow man he sometimes dreams

Then wakes as teardrops flow in streams

But instantly, he wills them dry

Since sun, she scowls at men who cry

 

The hollow man lives in the sun

Without the angel wings once won

But sometimes, when he’s warm, he prays

And earth is blest with golden rays