He is a waylaid person I tried to help,his is a life of rife, of gangfights and yelp.It is never too late,I know it was fate,that led me to you,on that night,when you were in a fight.
You were injured, lying on the floor,being in a fight, trying to score.
Of compassion and of love, I took you in,to show you the light, and your sin.When you have recovered and stood on your feet,It was a miracle, everyone call it a feat.
Goodbye, my friend, and I hope,when you're free, drop by, to see the Pope.
Originally written: 15 Aug 1997