northern cold

have i ever told the story, how every sunday, i'd walk through the city, and through the alleyways, and one day while walking, i met a man, and he said the cards he held were not in his plan, he told me a story about his old life, and how everyone he loved left him with a knife in his back, and his story was so clear to see, this man reflected on what happened to me, i told him please listen cause i am the same, but my heart never told me to give up and walk away, times never do far gone, starting over is hard but it helps us move on, two weeks had passed and i walked through those buildings, to find that the man had appeared to be missing, i saw his backpack sitting on the ground, and on top was a note i was sad i had found, it read son you and i are alike in most ways, but your courage is stronger than mine could ever hope to be, and down at the bottom i found an address, and my eyes filled with tears and my head with distress, i got up and ran as fast as i could, to a hospital nearby and asked if they would, tell me where that man was and if he was okay, and they told me they found him dead in an alleyway, i sat there for hours not knowing what id heard, til i got up and left and walked home without a word, sometimes time helps us move on, but starting overs hard when your life is gone, sometimes time helps us move on but startin overs hard when your life is gone