The Beggar's Waltz - Memento Mori

A simple boy of common strain

a low bread without class

soil his name and spit at him

just laugh and turn away

a little boy who’s lost his pride

a little boy who’s dignity died.

No fairy tales can cheer him up as life just fed him lies

no summer sun can bring him warmth

nor light to wilted eyes he is a puppet upon a string

he will dance if you will sing.

Painful yearning…

relentless turning…

in the beggar’s waltz