I walk along a barren road
Just a harsh wind lashing my form
Dirt and sand encrusted on swollen eyes
Trapped on moisture from within
Along this path a stranger approaches
Dressed as plain as the surroundings about
Yet deep within this man's eyes it flickered
A warm relaxing fire blazing there
"Pardon, friend. Can you spare a tribute?"
"My appologies, sir, but I can spare nothing since I have nothing."
On those words droplets fall over the collected dust
Face down to hide the agony from view
Gently his hand wipes away the sadness from my cheeks
Looking into my soul with his own vision
"You know who I am do you not?"
"Yes, kind sir, but not alot"
"But you do" he replied "and that is something"
"With that knowledge you'll never have nothing again"
