His eyes half-closed revealed his world of nod A world of lonely men and no love No God His life of seeming nonchalance can't hide The pain and fear that in his mind reside From dawn till dawn his body houses hurting And none of us can truly aid his search We sit outside and sings the shades, the fool It's always easy to forecast others' doom The savage beast that once so soothed his brain Has reared its ugly head and staked its claim called yama Here is his one more soul He will have to add the sorrow's total These men, still men, would be like you and me But when the world reached out, they chose to flee The crutch ♪ The crutch