The Mysterious Man
Underneath the stars in the dark, Lying on the bench in the park, The homeless man sleeps there, Reckless as ever, with no care. So mysterious, so silent, that man, So different but he looks insane. There are rumors he's ran away, Refused to every place for stay. But those rumors do him no good, He lives without money and food. They say looks are quite deceiving, A rough man seems to be grieving. Rumors say he is not what he seems, Cold hearted, but with broken dreams. His eyes glint with tears in the night, A wounded heart is such a sad sight. Many questions arise in mind, But their answers, so hard to find. Why does he sit underneath the stars, Is it true he went behind the bars? If he's sad, then whom does he grieve? In his life, what did he achieve? What was it that made him so sad? Was it love or some things gone bad? Are those tears in his...