An old man stares through the window pane 
The cold wind is 
Swaying the long grass 
The man sits on a chair resting his 
Weary legs 
Weakness reflects from his withered skin 
He is praying for strength and mercy 
Silent 
Devotion flows around him 
The wall is covered with memories 
Portraits with faces that never grow old 
The 
Dreams of the past haunt his lonely life 
The crying face 
And voice of a newborn child 
The piercing gaze in the eyes 
Of grace 
The first frail smile of the hopeful dawn 
He closes the eyes that God once opened 
And 
Listens the wind howling outside 
It cracks through the 
Walls of old home 
Deep to the soul of a man without a 
Path