An old man stares through the window pane nThe cold wind is nswaying the long grass nThe man sits on a chair resting his nweary legs nWeakness reflects from his withered skin nnHe is praying for strength and mercy nSilent ndevotion flows around him nThe wall is covered with memories nnPortraits with faces that never grow old nnThe ndreams of the past haunt his lonely life nThe crying face nand voice of a newborn child nThe piercing gaze in the eyes nof grace nThe first frail smile of the hopeful dawn nnHe closes the eyes that God once opened nAnd nlistens the wind howling outside nIt cracks through the nwalls of old home nDeep to the soul of a man without a npath