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There was a man lying on the ground
No-one asked why, no-one was around
He whimpered
His feelings were bruised and battered
The woman he loved had not cared and just scattered
Yes scattered his feelings as though they were grain
To feed to chooks out there in the rain
And it was in the rain
That he lay on the ground
Now quiet, no whimpering, not making a sound
No-one to save him
No-one to care
But even then he was compelled to look in the air
And there was a glorious sight to behold
An angel with wings fluttering gold
To take him skyward towards dreams he remembered
Of home and of God and all things splendid

Free, he was free this man on the ground
His spirit finally homeward bound