Long long time ago before the wind before the snow/Lived an old man aging man
Who lost his friend/He carried by his side all the things he had in life/Left
All the things that troubled him behind/He was once in a desparate need for
Attention/And so much more/Living his life/With the question of conception/
There is no more/No more feeling sorry/And no more getting mad/Yeah right!
You got the answer/Through the years he came to know/Sometimes it’s better to
Let it go/And never look back/No matter what they said/And then the ones he
Learned to ignore/The ones who always asked for more/Secretly respect the
Life that he led
