Old man, take a look into the mirror and what do you see.
Young boy. Keep an eye on the side line.
Life is a prison, not what you make it and somebody sentenced me.
And now with the age I’m showing, nobody helps me.
Look at my portrait, lines on my face.
The many years, the windom.
And you ask me.
Is anything worth knowing ?
I found no good in anyone or anything at all, until I found me.
Old man, take a look into the mirror and what do you see.
Some people, some people, think they know it all.
And wherever you stand, be the soul of that place.
That’s what my friend used to say, in so many different ways.
Am I satisfied ?
Yes, I’m satisfied.
I found no good in anyone or anything at all, until I found me.
Old man, take a look into the mirror and what do you see.
Young boy. Keep an eye on the side line. Keep an eye on the side line.
In spite of this, I still see.
Alive in bliss, heavenly.
I found no good in anyone or anything at all, until I found me.
Days are going.
Days are long gone.
Life ain’t holding.
Life’s dissolving.
Counting down the days.
I Pray, I Pray.
I found no good in anyone or anything at all, until I found me.
Until I found me.
Old man, take a look into the mirror and take a look into the mirror, and keep an eye on the side line.
Keep an eye on the side line;