Long long time ago before the wind before the snow

Lived an old man aging man who lost his friend

He carried by his side all the things he had in life

Left all the things that troubled him behind

He was once in a desparate need for attention

And so much more

Living his life

With the question of conception

There is no more

No more feeling sorry

And no more getting mad

Yeah right!

You got the answer

Through the years he came to know

Sometimes it's better to let it go

And never look back

No matter what they said

And then the ones he learned to ignore

The ones who always asked for more

Secretly respect the life that he led