by The Rain King

Created on: June 08, 2008   Last Updated: June 09, 2008

*This is about different beings flowing through my life.

We've all seen the homeless man
In that church with his bad sin
Begging for some righteousness

He puts his dollar in the plate
As he begs for a decent fate
With dirt piled in his eyes

Everyone's thrown stones
And broken his bones
For being such a horrible sinner

Just leave him alone
All I can say
Heaven he calls his home
Can't stand the hypocrites these days

Natalie walked in one day
Mr. right is what she did pray
Hoping the best life would come around

She got pregnant in the hotel
She got drunk, don't ask don't tell
She made a wrong turn that turned out right

She looked at me with all the faith
She saw mr. right - the Lord sayth
And she turned away

Don't pray for better days
When you don't want better ways
And drain the good down to ugly

I knew a kid out there
I don't know where
But he fought an unknown Horse

He drug and drug
Finally he stopped the tug
And he gave his life to Christ

He fought the good fight
Still doing some unright
But he's a good man non-the-less

I've never seen better days
I've experienced my frays
But what can I say

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