The story of a man who seemed to have it all
He was a young strong look he sure didn’t lack off?
Every now and then at the little corner store he’d walk in,
As he would walk by everyone heads seemed to spin!
He was so charming always knew what to say and when,
Like he had the world in his hands right there and then.
Yes everyone indeed envied him
He owned pretty much everything.
Wealthy so well educated big mention on the hill,
Cars for everyday of the week the kind that gives you chills!
He was every woman’s dream wishing for a king.
Years went by no one could really get close to him,
Then he suddenly became ill
His body weakened he became weary?
But surely with all his money,
He could find the best cure the world had to offer
That he did he searched the world over,
But in vein none that money could buy.
So shocked and amazed all he could do was cry
Looked at himself in the mirror,
Saw a man he barely recondite?
His hair was gray wrinkles on his face no one at his side,
How could this be there must be an answer?
As he wept and wondered,
Afraid deeply in thoughts he started to remember
Suddenly it all became very clear,
Because of his fortune he was so unfortunate!
He allowed no one near
Walls he himself built through the years with fears,
Took it’s toll and now walls are tumbling down.
His mention on the hill he did fill all this time,
With treasures materialistic things now isn’t worth a dime!
Because he never let the day light or the sunshine in,
Never saw a sunset or a rainbow nor waking up in the morning
To hear the bird sing or smell the scent of a rose in his garden!
Never felt one angel by his side say I love you only my darling
The kind of love that makes time stand still,
So in desperation he falls to his knees
Lord I have heard of you and I hope you can hear me?
Though I never took the time I need you desperately
If you could answer just one prayer,
I would gladly give all I have,
My mention my fortune for a shack!
At the bottom of the hill,
Just to see the sun shining,
Sure hope you can forgive me
For not taking time to really see
And notice always so busy
If I don’t live to see tomorrow hear this poor man’s plea
Will you please forever in your heavenly light,
Way above the clouds called paradise could you let me in.
