Song Description

This song is a sketch of a poor derelict, a brilliant thinker, and the architect of all.

Lyrics

I knew a poor man
with eyes full of hope
he was an old man
in an old winter coat.
On a park bench
he sat all alone
with mud on his hands
and fingernails grown.

He was a thinker
a brilliant mind
his structure and reason
an eloquent kind
and in his thoughts
where memories dwell
are rumors of God
and whispers of hell.

I am the architect
I am design
I deal in angles
and parallel lines
Buildings will rise
and fall by my hand
men stand in awe
from far away lands.