There was a man on a mountain, old and wise
He has seen fathers break, he has heard a mother’s cries
People come to him throughout the day, throughout the night
Some come in anger, most come in fright
They are afraid of doing wrong, afraid of the conclusion
They beg the man to break their hellish illusion
The man tries to help, he tries his best
But even wise men need some rest
But they keep coming, they never stopped
Life held this man for so long, but he was dropped
And the only solution that the man would say
Was love, He would say this every single day