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It was a Friday morning
When I met him at the shrine
He was a disillusioned man
Who almost lost his mind
Not only did he think that he
Could live on bread and wine
He also thought that he could make
A lot of souls align
Didn't have a lousy dime
He didn't have a job
Forget a home, no family
And was a hungry slob
Thought he was a millionaire
Thought he was a king
To him all other people
Were like puppets on a string
Didn't have a god or friend
You know he wanted one
Thought he was the one and only
Independent man
Broken, cold and lonely
But he rejected help
Thought there could be no one
As important as himself
Said he was a strong man
You know this is a lie
I thought that men got weaker as
The month and years went by
If this were called a family man
He fumbled what to say
He looked at more than half the signs
On that forsaken day