and so will always be

once i went out walking, and saw a crippled man, he couldn't raise his glass to lips, so crippled were his hands, i stopped and watched, but could not, bring myself to lend a hand, and so it is, and so it was, and so will always be, these things will be the way they will, and i will be this me, one day i was humming, a simple melody, when i heard birds whistling their tunes, from high up in the trees, my song seemed but a trifle now, they sang so beautifully, and so it is, and so it was, and so will always be, these things will be the way they will, and i will be this me, and now i listen to wind, as i lay down to bed, the snow has just begun to fall, and cover all that's left, the tops of fences, tips of trees, and stones that mark the dead, and so it is, and so it was, and so will always be, these things will be the way they will, and i will be this me