I once met an old man, fragile and weak.
Who told me, "boy, stay in the light."
Young and dumb, I shrugged and kept walking,
Hands in my pockets, into the night.
What did the man mean, I always pondered.
Why would he choose those words for me?
Whatever, useless words through my ears.
My understanding of the statement is not meant to be.
Then I experienced addiction, parties, and problems.
Things I never wanted, but things that still came.
Without knowing, I had jumped into darkness,
Acting a fool, no regard to my name.
Years later, I hear those words again in my thoughts.
Still in the darkness, "boy, stay in the light."
This time, I know exactly what you meant.
Old Man, you were never crazy, only right.
Thank you Old Man
Who told me, "boy, stay in the light."
Young and dumb, I shrugged and kept walking,
Hands in my pockets, into the night.
What did the man mean, I always pondered.
Why would he choose those words for me?
Whatever, useless words through my ears.
My understanding of the statement is not meant to be.
Then I experienced addiction, parties, and problems.
Things I never wanted, but things that still came.
Without knowing, I had jumped into darkness,
Acting a fool, no regard to my name.
Years later, I hear those words again in my thoughts.
Still in the darkness, "boy, stay in the light."
This time, I know exactly what you meant.
Old Man, you were never crazy, only right.
Thank you Old Man
