one lonely soul
a wandering, wayfaring stranger
Now almost deaf to calls
From island voices, he lingers
Bowed head says it all
stuck in this quagmire
of a life for sale
desperate for a dollar
he is ready to fall
to enticements of the pied piper
when he blows in from the pale
to claim another prized soul
but please when should call
of wayward souls the saviour
there’s a stray soul
weeping in perpetual prayer
...somewhere...…
……………….......out there……..
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