Mystery Man By: SheridanCraneFitzgerald@hotmail.com He walks alone in this cruel world, A shadow in the glow of the moon. The stars above mourn his loss, Singing their own sad tune. From far away, you can see his shadow, Illuminated by the lights. He walks in silence, hiding his pain, Hiding the chronic strife. The road of life lay before him, A mystery to the eye. The tree limbs bow and the flowers wilt As he traipses quietly by. Oh, mystery man, what woe do you hide In those cool gray-blue eyes? The silent weeping that makes the world dark And causes the wind to sigh? He walks alone in this silent world, A shadow in the glow of the moon, And if you call his name, he'll walk right by, Singing his own sad tune. BACK