Yesterday I got lost
Originally I was destined somewhere
As I looked round
The more I got lost
I found myself on a street
This street looked strange
It was so far off
Far off the road
The road of intention
The road of attention
The road had festering worms
It's smell appalling
It's inhabitants in short dresses
Men who greeted and I could not respond
I did not know their language
I did not sing their tune
I got off from that road
Took a detour
A boy with a bicycle swung past me
His basket carrying two soft drinks
Both fell to the ground
I whispered 'sorry'
He went his way
And I promised to say a prayer
I wondered to myself
How many live a life undeserved
How many know not tomorrow
Watch them
Say a prayer for them
They need it
Perhaps more then I
Perhaps more then you
Talk of selling your soul to the devil
The real devil is you!
Originally I was destined somewhere
As I looked round
The more I got lost
I found myself on a street
This street looked strange
It was so far off
Far off the road
The road of intention
The road of attention
The road had festering worms
It's smell appalling
It's inhabitants in short dresses
Men who greeted and I could not respond
I did not know their language
I did not sing their tune
I got off from that road
Took a detour
A boy with a bicycle swung past me
His basket carrying two soft drinks
Both fell to the ground
I whispered 'sorry'
He went his way
And I promised to say a prayer
I wondered to myself
How many live a life undeserved
How many know not tomorrow
Watch them
Say a prayer for them
They need it
Perhaps more then I
Perhaps more then you
Talk of selling your soul to the devil
The real devil is you!
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