Seated alone in a church pew Hushed voices all around Don't let him hear you; "Unfortunate"
They say his mother passed All of his luck has run dry They say he's the last Can't you see him cry?
They say he lives alone Barely old enough A shabby place to call home The young man has it quite rough
They say he sits there Alone in the church pew Praying for a better life, if an angel will hear Then he goes, writes for the few Who will pay him a penny for his thoughts
Can't you see him in the street? Watch his feet Slow stride He's got nothing left to hide Don't let him hear you say; "Unfortunate"
They say he wears his father's old clothes He was the first to go Down in the ground Have pity, have pity Don't let him hear you say; "Unfortunate"
"I can hear you!" He cries, so suddenly, "And let me tell you what is true," "For none of you know me," "Or my story, so let me tell it," "Not the unfortunate likes of you," "With nothing better to do than whisper of my life."
- Jay M May 7th, 2020
People whispering about someone they've never spoken to, gossiping about someone's life that they never knew about. Don't assume you know someone based on their looks and mannerisms.