You're tired and you're cold

You long to be free

But in this god forsaken land

You find no hope

No family

The many roads that you've wondered

Since the day of your birth

You've become one of the last. lonely, and

Wretched

Your hair is matted

Your face and hands are dirty

The years that you toil

Must number somewhere near thirty

The deepening of a sadness

Grow finally into madness

You are truly one of the last, lonely, and

Wretched

Your eyes are wild and frightening

At the same time they are blessed

And I wonder if god died

Turned his back or only just rested

When you walked out on the seventh day

Through the big gates and on your way

To become one of the last, lonely, and

Wretched

For once, you were a child

Your cheeks were red

You were well fed

You laughed and played till you got teary

Ran to your mother when you were weary

But some where you were forsaken

Alone, no one there to blame

And somehow all was taken

Your mind, your body, your name

Forgive us our unkindness

Our desertion and our blindness

With you

The last, lonely, and wretched

Forgive us for the last, lonely and wretched




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