Man on the Corner

Text und Musik: Mark, 2018. Akustik.


Man on the Corner there
He’s nicely dressed
But he has no shoes
Could he be dead
And somehow unaware?

No far away look
In his eyes
No look at all

Hands hang at his sides
Never stirring
And his legs are stiff as rails

Could be a statue
But the winds Lifts, locks of hair

The only moment seen
Could this be enough to bring him back

Or is this reason then