Nathan K
The Leper and The Saint
The leper and the saint met on the corner of State and LibertyWhen the leper stretched his hands out full of hopeThe saint replied, "I'm sorry, sir, I cannot heal just anyoneYou must have me confused with someone else"And he walked awayHe didn't say another word, he walked awayAnd left him strung out on the curbThe poet and the widow sat in an empty room on StadiumAnd drank themselves to sleep one Sunday mornAnd when he woke, he saw that widowFrozen in a pool of bloodThat looked more real than any of his poemsAnd he walked awayHe didn't say a wordHe walked away, just wishing he was her
From Letras Mania