He worked hard for the money,

So hard for the money.

He worked hard for the money,

To keep his little son.

He used to slog for the money,

So hard for the money.

He worked hard for the money,

In a restaurant.

Then one day hope came his way,

To help his spirit fly.

He found a job that set him free,

And to longer cry.

But then his life when upside down,

When his wife went out of down.

She by far had cheated on him,

And snatched his cherished crown.

He then one day took off the yoke,

And he went on his way.

He was living his life by stroke,

Till he chanced her one fine day.

She was young and funny,

Yes young and very funny.

She was young and very funny,

And turned his night again to day.

She was a child, so meek and mild,

A baby she was by far.

She was the product of an escapade,

At the backseat of a car.

He had mixed milk with honey,

Yes milk with the honey.

He had mixed milk with honey,

And broke his whitered heart.

He was out and playing away,

Till hope came again his way.

It was by far the girl called Thr3e,

From the Land of Mystery.

She made him her wondrous star,

Yes he became her wondrous star.

He became a wondrous star,

While holding his hand right in his car.

Then one day he went away,

Telling he was getting too close.

He tried to present her the Eternal Rose,

By shooting her within his prose.

She didn’t think it funny,

No she didn’t think it funny.

She didn’t think it funny,

And health took on the toll.

Then from that day she whithered away,

And became a dying Rose.

Till one day, she died away

And became a Soul Rose.

With that she went and drew the dirt,

And took off his shirt.

She worked fervently to heal his hurt,

With a sudden prose spurt.

Then one day she went away,

And changed her form you see.

She took his form and he took hers,

And became Stranger of Mystery.

Then one day in twist of fate,

He was at death’s gate.

He then realised his loving mate,

Had become a fishing bait.

How he cried and within him died,

Till he could cry no more.