Dead Man Walking

He died with a song buried in him Not enough day light for him to realise his dreams His lyrics made him soar through the skies but reality has chopped his wings A second ago they seemed to flow, a second ago the thoughts seemed to roll but then he galloped and choked on his words to death his thoughts stuck behind his head the lyrics and limericks were his company his gift was his mellow heart that roamed alone along the lands as an young man with an old soul trapped within fear walked him through misery and people said here is the dead man walking He once left his faith with his gods whom he left in the far away lands Under the lightening wrath god showered misery with his might as a mere human beneath he held back with his will Thor's hammer has hit him hard he turned coocoo in his head heaven knows that he will hit the dust with the rest he kept singing gibberish as if no one is listening He kept singing to those who would hear him he kept singing he is a dead man walking and yet he died with a song buried deep within him