Frailty (Ikuinen Kaamos)

An old man stares through the window pane The cold wind is swaying the long grass The man sits on a chair resting his weary legs Weakness reflects from his withered skin He is praying for strength and mercy Silent devotion flows around him The wall is covered with memories Portraits with faces that never grow old The dreams of the past haunt his lonely life The crying face and voice of a newborn child The piercing gaze in the eyes of grace The first frail smile of the hopeful dawn He closes the eyes that God once opened And listens the wind howling outside It cracks through the walls of old home Deep to the soul of a man without a path