a stranger was traveling along
he must have been miles from home
he's clothes where dirty, with rips here and there
he's teeth unbrushed and so was his hair

he looked tired, and weary. He was all alone
wondering around trying to get home

He had taken so many wrong turns
that he had lost his way
and not knowing where he was going
he keep walking anyway

he had been walking for so long, he forgot where he was going

he had no directions and no other way of knowing

he had a weatherd shirt that was worn across the back

and all that he had left in life could fit inside a pack

he was dirty, hungrey, had sores on his feet

and yet he kept on moving, just walking down the street

everyone who saw him, looked on in dismay

how could anyone live that way

they all turned up their faces, they all looked down their nose

and do so much more damage than any could ever know

the man was once a father, a husband, and a friend

but life had been hard and took them all away

so one day he got tired of trying to reason why

and simply started walking to make time go by.