I believed a man could change,

So I put the past behind me

And began all over again.

But then one day I looked back,

And was turned into a pillar of salt.

The New Man was a very good act:

His performance was greatly appreciated.

Success was within his grasp,

But he turned around and looked back

And was turned into a pillar of salt.

The Old Man is a pathetic sight,

Beset by vengeance all around,

From which he cannot take flight

Because one day he looked back

And was turned into a pillar of salt.

They say salt heals the wounds

And keeps meat for a rainy day.

If only I could cry those salty tears,

I would never look back again.