A man went forth, mangled and maimed
Limping along the road in quiet shame
His eyes blood red blinking in the light
He trudged on and on unaware of this blight
That plagued all the land of this quiet sojourn
Yet still he walked on probably never to return

On and on this man went in the dark of night
Never once considering what horrors would alight
Just out of reach of the torch the man held
Waiting for the day when the dark would rebel
Against all he held dear and all that he loved
His reality stood as frail as a dove

That fateful day came when everything shattered
The horrors captured what all really mattered
The man seemed lost all alone in the darkness
Facing a world that seemed rather monstrous
Those horrors dragged him to the edge of a cliff
And threw him over as his last dying wish

Everything stopped or rather moved quite slowly
As the man fell he saw his life detailed wholly
The mistakes he made and the acts committed
Left him feeling he deserved this end life had given
He felt like his choices left him to far gone
For any and all to sing him love’s song
Stop and think for a moment, are we this man?
So far down death’s road that we cannot span
The Bridge built for us between life and salvation
A Bridge built for us to avoid one’s damnation

Is humanity lost and not worth saving
Even if only one human is still praying?