How sad is the saga of the lonely man,
His plight unknown to thee.
His future uncertain and his thoughts mistaken,
Woe; his ill-fated destiny.
Ask me not for I will tell you not,
‘Bout the eternal beauty of abstinence.
An endless prayer was soon forgot,
And swift; revoked my innocence.
I yearn for that brush with destiny
Bad times they will be fleeing
And that young man who hopes today
That day he will be dying