The old man sits by the side of the road,
Playing his sweet melody,
He hopes you’ll stop and listen,
And leave a small gratuity.
The elderly woman sits staring at the church,
Reflecting on what her life has been,
Looking to God for answers,
For the atrocities she’s seen.
Playing his sweet melody,
He hopes you’ll stop and listen,
And leave a small gratuity.
The elderly woman sits staring at the church,
Reflecting on what her life has been,
Looking to God for answers,
For the atrocities she’s seen.
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