It was a cold and bitter night As I stepped into the bar To listen to the young men brag of stories from afar One told tales of courage The other tales of pain And one told tales of horrors That drove good men insane One told of valor And victories he had won And one told tales of ancients Older than the sun And one told us the tales Of the maidens he had bed And then the old man in the corner Faced us all and said Who, who, are you? Who are you? What makes you better than I am? What makes a man a man? Is it ability to lead? To bring to nations to their feet? Or to wipe out an enemy with a wave of his hand? What makes a man a man Is his ability to stand For the indifference of good men Is just as much a sin As you fools and braggarts Trying to best your fellow man Who, who, are you? Who are you? I hung my head in silence For I knew that he was right And gathered up my things And headed back into the night The others all ignored him Laughed him off and drank on But his message stood clear to me Never let evil carry on