The Lost Sheep

Stepped off the plane into a world so cold Branded a killer in stories untold

Spit on and shunned, no hero's parade Haunted by memories that just won't fade

Searching for work but the war's in my mind Trust is a luxury too hard to find

Flashbacks and nightmares keep me awake In a land of the free, my soul's at stake

All he knew was the fight Dawning brothers through the night

Now he's lost in a battle of his own Searching for a place called home

Homeless and drifting, tried every escape Drugs just a bandage on wounds wide agape

Until a stranger reached out a hand With an offer that wasn't just another demand

A bible, a beacon in the depths of the night Words that could heal, could show me the light

We read it together on a park bench dim I asked him his name, why he cared about him