What be thou there oh ragged man
torn soul be thus unkempt
thy garments tattered torn “pon thee
with beaten life's contempt
And thus thou bare without within
Thine cart most gathered full
of wretched things collected thee
from travels pushed and pulled
The coverings that mask and hide
the worth thou hast forsook
the path of rotten choices made
the route thou couldst have took
Thy faith didst long depart from thee
none trustworthy or true
for all have thus forsaken thee
and bid thee curst adieu
No hope from eyes of forlorn gaze
no gain upon thy quest
thy feelings dashed with disappoint
twill never give thee rest
And love the everlasting good
to thee won't rise nor reign
thine eyes bowed down with bended brow
despair's become thy chain
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