Homeless on Deranged
Where single moms, kids, vets, disabled, poverty-stricken, and mentally ill people kinda-sorta play
Where sometimes is heard an encouraging word
And the skies are misty, foggy, gloomy, too hot, too cold,
Sunshiney all day.
Up from the grave the goblin came
Midnight rambling in the hall
One A.M. the stretcher came
And took away the troubled soul
Up from the ground
Came the devilish thief
Steely cold hand underneath my face
Dead to the world, not worldly things
From this my halloween is made
The Lord is My Shepherd, I shall not.....
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