Vincent
The man
With the golden hand
The man
Seeking forgiveness
Is always floating through forests
With a trail of blood behind him
He wants to give you everything
Because he himself has nothing
He has been crowned for many
As the patron saint
Of the lonely and broken hearted
Many call him cold
But many more call him good
And even more say nothing
I'm sure they would
If they could only see his face.
He only hides his mouth
So you can't see him smile.