This is what it looks like cleaned up.
Whew, another marathon of writing. I may have put too much of my own spin on this. It reminds me of my father in law. I hope he found redemption and peace in the final moments of his life. As usual. Keep what you can use and chuck the rest. I tried to keep true to the religious nature of the original final verse. as you can see the final verse changes the interpretation of the proceeding choruses into a bitter sweet irony thing. I like putting twists like that in my work'
[Verse 1]
An old man walks down the road
Where a young boy once had strode
But he has just begun to see
Who he really used to be
*Cause he couldn’t see the way
For the light could not be seen
no path to guide him through his day
no place to find the means
[Chorus]
All the thoughts he cannot keep
Though the cold still burns him deep
In the darkness of the night
Still he won't let go the fight
But all he keeps inside
What he got, for all those bribes
Isn’t there for you to see
What is left that shall not be
A man who's paid the price
Through the glimmer of the night
With a throw of the dice
He sees this as his one last rite
[Chorus]
Can he still carry on the fight?
The strongest man that ever stood
Through all that seemed so true
It never worked out as it should
Now he's standing in this queue
The old man begins to crawl
Where once he stood so tall
A proud man down on his knees
No one cares to heed his pleas
[Chorus]
Still he carries on the fight
And as the fog lifts high
He knows his end is nigh
Now through the light he sees
He’s not the man he should of been
Redemption comes on angels wings
He knows he's earned his final peace
False pride is just an empty thing
And now he's at his ease.
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