There once was a man, black his heart to be 
He looked and he looked but he couldn't quite see
You see the thing he looks for is quite tall
But the beat of his heart was rather quite small

Time is running out! he said with rage and doubt
He looked at the clock,one hour out
He sat in his chair with hate in his heart
If this is how i die then she will now start

He looked to the left then to the right
He looked forward and died of fright
The tall thing in which he needed 
Failed to appear and so his life faded

If he had found it his mind would've gone mad
But that was his fault for being spiteful and sad
There are many things in this world that only he could see
But the moment he lost it his blood began to stream

Was there a time he did not see he was up to no good 
If so why did he leave I never understood
He used to say one eye sees life the second sees light
But the third one sees...