Cast out,
By his own deeds,
Wounded by words,
Needlessly thrown around.
Weathered, beaten, Unloved,
He wanders aimlessly,
Across this barren land,
Searching for his very own,
Promise Land.
He struggles to remember,
The 'good 'ol days',
With fields of golden wheat,
And sunshine filled days.
He wanders aimlessly,
With regret,
Of his past transgressions,
That have made you cry.
Sheltered by tattered clothes,
He knows...
(Judgement)
Vagabond...