THIS LYRIC HAS BEEN RESERVED FOR MUSIC DEVELOPMENT AND CO-OWNER OF COPYRIGHT UPON COMPLETION BY K.C. GRIMMETT OF NEW GRASS REVIEW - AS OF 04-14-2004 - Agreed by Author of lyric Betty J. Curtis.
He stood on the corner, looking up at the clouds.
Thunder was starting to groan.
Though he made no sound, the message was loud -
this was a man with no home.
I watched , while waiting for the bus to come.
I had to admire the man's way.
His clothes were shabby, and he was alone,
but dignity showed anyway.
Who knows his story ? I wondered.
Who knows his name, and his past ?
Again came the roll of thunder.
The storm was moving in fast.
He stood there as straight as a pillar.
It was plain he had weathered some storms,
but Faith is a character builder,
and can carry us through in a calm.
My bus came as raindrops were starting,
blocking my view of the street.
I was regretting the parting.
I wished we had had time to meet.
I found a seat where I would pass close,
to see him as we passed so near.
But he was gone, like a vanishing ghost.
In that minute, he'd just disappeared.
( © 2004- "Future Folk" Music - Betty J. Curtis )