I have witnessed a man Resplendent in his decay A testament to the ages His ghost is trapped within A father to his sons Left in filth and ruin The die of his soul is cast And the reaper waits How can he go, how can he leave When the cross is bearing down on he? Let him be, just let him be The dying man is he! In a world of sinners Who wears their shame? No crown of thorns Just broken shattered dreams The tide has turned for all Yet he soldiers on A memory of a time and place And the reaper waits How can he go, how can he leave When the cross is bearing down on he? Let him be, just let him be The dying man is he! On bended knee he weeps With his arms raised high An angel in his turmoil The promise of eternity A golden path is open Fire ignites the sky Yet he bides his time And the reaper waits How can he go, how can he leave When the cross is bearing down on he? Let him be, just let him be The dying man is he!