The Old Hobo

[Verse] Amidst the bustle of the docks, he stands, An old hobo with weathered hands. His eyes, once bright, now dim with pain, As he contemplates life's cruel refrain. [Chorus] Should he end it all, this weary soul? Or find the strength to once more stroll Through memories of better days, Lost amid life's chaotic maze. [Verse] In every corner, shadows loom, As he navigates through life's dark room. Each step forward, a battle fought, Against the demons that haunt his thought. [Chorus] Should he end it all, this weary soul? Or find the strength to once more stroll Through memories of better days, Lost amid life's chaotic maze. [Bridge] Yet, in the midst of despair's embrace, He searches for a glimmer of grace. A fleeting moment, a ray of light, To pierce through the endless night [Chorus] Should he end it all, this weary soul? Or find the strength to once more stroll Through memories of better days, Lost amid life's chaotic maze. [Chorus] Should he end it all, this weary soul? Or find the strength to once more stroll Through memories of better days, Lost amid life's chaotic maze. [Bridge] Yet, in the midst of despair's embrace, He searches for a glimmer of grace. A fleeting moment, a ray of light, To pierce through the endless night [Chorus] Should he end it all, this weary soul? Or find the strength to once more stroll Through memories of better days, Lost amid life's chaotic maze.