Mr. Hunter

There is a man who stands under the light tower
Just another day he’s walking alone although he smiles
Is there something he’s hiding? Those are beautiful pictures taken by that pair of tough eyes
He just goes unnoticed as the crowd passes by
And he's so busy but why I see tears in his eyes?
May be he'll say...

Take a little look at the pictures of my life
I really want you to see what I see
Take another look at my life
Look a little harder and maybe you will see the tenderness behind those icy eyes
Then you'll remember my name

He needs love and he’s tired
He does everything to try and fit in the world sometimes he doesn’t really understand
Why the others seem to get past all the things he wonders

And he would close his eyes when he needs that peace of mind

He struggles to keep the true colors he sees with the sense of a hunter

He shoots with his camera as a hunter’s gun

Those captures are the answer of the questions he has in mind

And he’s walking alone again

But this time with a little whisper from the East in mind.