He lays his weary head to rest
On the solid concrete ground
Once aspired to be best
Till all came tumbling down
The sodden stranger in the rain
Abandoned by his town
The people drive or walk on by
Help no where to be found

He walks the streets both night and Day
In search of something right
No guard from summer's hottest rays
Or winter's chilling plights
The man would never pray away
A day so hard in spite
Each memory of yesterday
Reduced to bile blight

The man you see is someone's son
Who's lived a bitter life
A feeling you could be the one
To walk the sharpest knife
A toast to those who bear the shun
And some barely alive
To sonder's overwhelming stun
And Earth's unending strife