When he was young, the songs of emotion moved him,
The other boys teased, but he listened time and again;
When heavy metal thunder made his brothers fly,
The melody made him cry.
He grew up, fell in love with the neighbor girl,
Nothing deterred him, she was his world;
Every love song made his heart soar to the sky,
The rhythm made him cry.
His son was born a few short years later,
He prayed thankfulness to the Creator;
Singing to the baby, coos of contentment were his reply,
The lullabies made him cry.
Years flew by, his son was now a man,
A pallbearer to his mother--nothing anyone could have planned;
As the aging father wept tremulous sighs,
The dirges made him cry.
