Touched the heart of a scattered man,
was sent as a prophet, all part of God's plan. Could see his sickness and calling, remembering my day, was put in his life, through God that I would say.
Shattered and broken, could see in his eyes, this deadly disease, one we despise.
Fresh out of the bars, back to the streets,
his skin all weather burnt, dirty shoes on his feet.
We fed him some knowledge, in a circle of care, action of addiction, a dark life so unfair. We tried to uplift him, offered some heat, the drugs had a hold, couldn't stay in his seat. Tonight as I lay, pray for his sin,
that in the dawn, his sober life will begin.
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