Many a time he dreams

Hoping to be free of all life's impurities.

Back to life he returns

To face its bitter realities.

Into the heavens he gazes wondering how he'd survive

For he has no coin to give for bread.

His thoughts are scattered, his hope bleak

A whirlwind of thoughts hovers inside his head.

See him with silver and gold, all of man's desire

Still unhappiness remains a gore in the core of his being

For he must face facts, the bitter facts of life,

On fraud father farmed for his living.

Fruitlessly he searches for true love

but his time has murdered any real love

Come therefore sing to him O innocent dove

He kneels to petition the One above.

Time runs and age creeps in,

This fact he is very well aware

If only he could halt the two brothers,

But he can't so he anxiously stares.

He is the last of the enduring

Without a home and without a wife.

O such bitter realities

Such bitter realities of life.