Sometimes we see a stranger, and look at him and wonder why
He is dressed in torn, and tattered clothing, not like you or I With worn out shoes, that have no soles, and a worn out coat full of holes
What is his story? Will it ever be told? The one who looks deep down in his soul,
However, can't seem to make himself whole? No blankets to keep him warm, no shelter from the storm,
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