October wind, chills his skin...He walks home 

alone...A tiny house, a loving wife...hands 

worked to the bone ~ But he don't mind his humble 

life...In this Rundown Town...To be a Sun..A ray 

of One...Like he's always done ~ And it's 

alright...To be there where he's always been... 

He'll live to light...This dark town he's in ~ 

The clock strikes old, on his achy bones...His 

final setting sun...And so he rests on an 

unfamiliar bed...And smiles to the Lord, his 

love ~ And it's alright...To be there where he's 

always been...He lived to light...This dark town 

of sin ~ And so he leaves, and he breathes... 

A soul so full of his crown...A life that was 

spent in being content...In the midst of a 

Rundown Town...