I was walking down the street tonight And stopped a man who appeared to be Wandering in the maze of City life And who knew no way to change the existence He'd been in for so many years. I felt of the loneliness of this friend of mine And desired to free him from his world of chains. His chains were wrapped around him as tight as Steel fetters but were only the things He'd never wanted to be or do when he Made plans for his dream. So here he was after a long day working To have left the pub early to get home To his empty room. With no wife or Children to lend a hand and no happiness To enjoy or any idea that it was what he was looking for. He did say he believed in God but didn't Know why or what He was. I stood so close to him on that cold City street and could barely hear his groanings For a better way or help. Cars and lights And people and noise were making our Meeting so personal and private Because all we knew was that he was there And I was talking to him; seeing the ...
Scott Vanatter