Mission Man کے بول

yesterday I met a mam who ruled the world in his sleep a park bench for a pillow it`s a castle in his dream all of his belongings are in a brown bag tied with string but people pass and step around man without a mission see him find a lifelong friend in a pigeon in the park the winter cold cuts to the bone a shiver in the dark and people pass and step around man without a mission he`s a mission man he`s a man without, a man without a mission he`s a mission man he`s a man without, lost without ambition he`s a mission man he`s a man without, lost without a vision maybe guided by a vision maybe in a dream so thank you Merle, for caring for the man without a mission lost without a vision