Pardon me sir, may I have a drink
from the well where the honest man's thirst's quenched?

Pardon me ma'm, may I have some bread?
I sure hate to beg but I ain't been fed.

I'm only going places I ain't been before
and it's fine if I don't return anymore.
I am on a mission to contend with fate
till she yields her riches and loads my plate.

Pardon me boy, could you spare one gold?
Can't you see I'm shivering? The night is cold.

Pardon me girl, here's a little silver.
Could you warm me up and in my ear whisper?

I am only circling these same old miles.
How can you expect that I'd still smile?
A cynic when he hears that guilt is transferable,
grins ear to ear, all nice and culpable.

But love is the medicine of the sick.
It's beyond those hills about thirty clicks.
If it's taken in it will start to rid
your cells of the cancer your passions hid.

So let' us start walking till we drink from that fountain.
We yet desire mercy but our campfire's going out.