Blanket Man

The tale of Ben Hana you've stumbled upon, through this song we will see out that he lives on But his story is one that is not to be judged, take this shrine compiled guitar, bass and drums In everyone's life there is wrong to be caused, and guilt bears hard on a good conscience Tragedy struck by the hands of his own, live the rest of your days by self-penance There's a man who so I am told, looks to the sky and says the sun is his home Coppa' man don't want him at all, but he can't let it go I can leave it right here, but I'll say a bit more. Let these words ring out, don't let his story grow old His brother's life lost at the hands of his own, through the void in his soul, Blanket Man was born He's crying "why?" to the sky, "no, what have I done?" Face down to the ground, port wine stained were his palms Oh, there ain't no coming back now, "I wish I was gone", until he looked up and smiling back was the sun There's a man who so I am told, looks to the sky and says the sun is his home Coppa' man don't want him at all, but he can't let it go Yeah He's coming home