weathered faces and ragged men
sorrowful hurtful smiles we give them
such who wander the cold dark streets
hiding your pain tattered sheets

hoping for a soothing loving hand
to help you and understand
suffering within life's hard reality
suffering in a world of broken sanity

nameless stranger crushed so low
with eyes that watch the world grow old
perhaps someday you'll be healed
waking up in warm heavenly field