Here sits a man of twenty-two years up and strong
Held fast to lessons learned from mother nature's song
Speaks in the voice of winter winds and rivers run
Worn close to heart by everyone
Waiting for the sun
Here lies a man of eighty-two years old in bed
Barred not by aging bones or wrinkles on his head
Speaks to his children of his time and what he's done
He says his life has just begun
Waiting for the sun
My own sight could see
Thine own mind be
Find ones light for thee
Find ones life stream