MUSIC FOR SALE

[Verse 1]
The city wakes beneath a grey and silent sky,
A lone wayfarer walks with weary stride.
He meets an old man sitting by the wall
And asks: “What kind of people live here at all?”
[Verse 2]
The elder paused; his gaze was calm and deep.
He turned the question back with wisdom steep:
“Before you speak of those who live nearby,
Tell me of the people you left under your sky.”
[Pre-Chorus 1]
The traveler’s voice was heavy, worn, and stark:
“They were all selfish, bitter, lost in dark.
They took and hurt and never gave a care;
That’s all I saw—no kindness anywhere.”
[Chorus]
In the old man’s eyes, the ages softly spoke;
His voice revealed the truth that few invoke:
“You’ve named the faces you will meet along the way;
The world stays old, for you remain the same today.”
[Verse 3]
Next morning’s light broke through the grey above.
Another soul approached, untouched by grief;
He stood before the elder near the wall
And asked the same question, clear and strong and tall.
[Verse 4]
Again the elder listened, calm and still;
His voice, like water flowing down a hill:
“First tell me of the hearts you used to know;
What light or dark did your own homeland show?”
[Pre-Chorus 2]
This stranger smiled, his spirit light and free:
“They gave their all without a thought of fee.
They held the lost and never turned away;
Such were the people—I remember every day.”
[Chorus]
In the old man’s eyes, the ages softly spoke;
His voice revealed the truth that few invoke:
“You’ve named the faces you will meet along the way;
The world stays old, for you remain the same today.”
[Bridge]
Two travelers, two replies; the same old town they see.
Two different worlds they carried deep within their breast:
One saw the dirt below, the shadows on the ground;
The other saw the stars, in silence all around.
[Final Chorus]
Before you judge the world, look deep inside your soul,
For all you see outside reflects the self you hold.
The people everywhere are shaped from common clay;
What you give out will always come your way.