Unfortunate Ones

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Feed the tired, poor, and broken masses
Feed the weak and starve the wicked
Save all unfortunate ones


Shelter the cold
Warm the weary
Find lost souls
And hold them dearly
Be the one they need you to become
Save all unfortunate ones


From wretch to king looking down on us
Bile from your pulpit of withering trust
Your vile intentions condemn you to know
The final destination for all torturous souls
Staring out at all so dismissive
Feed the weak and starve the wicked


Shelter those
In need of some kindness
Offer hope
To all who can't find it
Be the hero you can become
Save all unfortunate ones


Be the light of the dawning sun
Save all unfortunate ones


Feed the weak and stare the wicked
Lend a hand to all who reach up
Find the source of all that's intrinsic
Save all unfortunate ones


Be the one you need to become
Save all unfortunate ones

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Because sometimes, even a hero needs saving

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