The Beggar

[Intro] [Verse] I wander through the days, through gallery halls — Just tinsel, and the shuffle of the feet. In corners, fading scenes like fire-scrawls Still smolder in retreat. [Bridge] [Verse] A dusky bird hangs low above the way, Its flight demands a toll I cannot pay. **I long to sleep—or drink myself astray— But this won’t drift away. [Bridge] [Verse] And everywhere, a wild summer gleams, The sun burns fiercely on the clock's thin face. Vacation coins tick softly through my dreams, While music drowns in haze. [Instrumental] [Chorus] And here I stand, a beggar by the door, At Earth’s bright feet, where joy begins to climb. Why is there never room for something more, And even wings grow numb from too much time? [Outro] [End]