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A silhouette in the moonlight
Dropped to his knees
Praying to God for his mercy
With tears in his eyes
No one in the town to help
No door to open and shelter him
No friendly face to be happy with
Just a lonely, broken man

Help him, come quickly
Please mend his tattered soul
Dress his wounds and feed him love
Help him feel alive

He shouts
"Help me! Help me!"
Can't you hear his cry
No one there to help
The only thing to keep him going
Is the constant feeling of the pain
He grew to like
But even that was not enough

Help him, come quickly
Please mend his tattered soul
Dress his wounds and feed him love
Help him feel alive

A dying man kneels
Another silhouette in the moonlight
His wounds too deep
He cries and cries
Asking for help
His tired voice
Echoes on and on...
As he drifts away into the night