He wanders the dark streets, with his head down in denial
Late nights, Street fights have turned this man's life digustingly vile
He feels as if he is forgotten, like for him god has no plan
Feels as if he is known as "The Forgotten Man"
He has no family, feels no emotion
Can't walk into a store without causing commotion
He is sneered at about his clothing and money
Little Snot-nosed kids stiffle they're laughter because they think it's funny
But now he's become use to it, use to a life of pain
Emotional and physical, his life is a huge stain
After a night of begging and walking around without a purpose
He returns to his torn-up tent, which he had bought with the money earned by working in the circus
He lies down, for this is where tonight he will stay
He cups his hands together, and begins to pray:
"Dear lord, thank you for all the love you have shown me
For I have fought through feeling pain and being lonely
I know you have a plan, despite what people think
For you have in someway have helped me find food and drink
I will continue to fight through all the struggles of life
Amen and Amen....And Lord, Good Night"
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