There's a man and he sits and rocks on his front porch as the world goes by; his life's been long but he knows its length means time ends soon and he will die. He sees the faces of his children, of friends lost from times gone by. He sees the anger and the hatred, the loss of hope that makes the mamas sad and cry. He sees the youth and in their eyes he sees no semblance of respect, the things their parents worked hard for are things that they reject. He watches as the world goes by and lifts his voice in prayer. He sees the state the world's in and knows it needs the man "up there". He thanks the Lord for waking him and his blessings by the score, for the food that's in his belly and he thanks him then some more. The comfy bed he sleeps in, the roof that shelters him from storms, the moonlight in the darkness and sun's rays in the morns. There's a man rocking on his front porch and he's watching the world go by, his memories tag him backwards and they sometimes make him cry, but he sits and rocks and prays to God and thanks him by the score, then he counts his blessings prays again and rocks a little more.
