Reflections
There's an old man by a lakeside
Hands in his jacket, head bowed
There's a worn picture in his pocket of a happier time
A pair of best friends, a young couple in love
Memories that never die
He serves his penance with a dull ache where his heart used to be
Guilt and sorrow hang on his soul
An endless cloud of misery
The old man looks into the lake
And hates the young man looking back at him
Hands in his jacket, head bowed
There's a worn picture in his pocket of a happier time
A pair of best friends, a young couple in love
Memories that never die
He serves his penance with a dull ache where his heart used to be
Guilt and sorrow hang on his soul
An endless cloud of misery
The old man looks into the lake
And hates the young man looking back at him