The Man on the Porch

Duration

4:08

Genres

Spoken Word/Perf. Poetry

Description

Lyrics

There lives a man In the middle of nowhere - Isolated. Dry wind blows across the arid land. A wooden house. Battered and beaten - A spirit to match. There he sits, always looking out. He seems distant, A shell of his former self. No one knows his story - Not a single soul able to reach him. Questions unanswered. There are rumors of course: A man chased out by unfortunate circumstance, A girl in the woods, Battered and bruised - Accused of the misdeed. Some say it was the war. A man backed into a corner by those he fought for, Driven mad, into desolation. Others say he once loved - A tragic accident that befell his beloved. Each day, a new story. Nothing joyous. Just a man, now seemingly molded by fear, grief, and anger. No matter the time, No matter the day, There will always be The man who sits on his porch.