Mission Man

yesterday I met a mam
who ruled the world in his sleep
a park bench for a pillow
it`s a castle in his dream
all of his belongings are in
a brown bag tied with string
but people pass and step around
man without a mission

see him find a lifelong friend in
a pigeon in the park
the winter cold cuts to the bone
a shiver in the dark
and people pass and step around
man without a mission

he`s a mission man
he`s a man without, a man without a mission
he`s a mission man
he`s a man without, lost without ambition
he`s a mission man
he`s a man without, lost without a vision

maybe guided by a vision
maybe in a dream
so thank you Merle, for caring for
the man without a mission
lost without a vision