On the seam of twisted time through the needle I can't define
I am pieced together with poison thread Black and white and nothing read
Worn out clothes and worn out shoes I walked for miles through and through
Judge me not for I can see Dusted down and fallen trees
I lay in dreams on a ***** bed Nothing to hear I bury my head
the forgotten in life is not forgotten at all, they are usually just stepped over and missed, for they are someone's mother, father, son, daughter or child