The Stranger's Plea

Heart of mortar, heart of stone, When will your spirit break? Please let me in your hallowed home For fractured, tattered sake. I've searched the streets from dusk to dawn And still can't find myself, But, can a being, so withdrawn Expect to find himself? I've led a life that's not been par To standards set by men, And now I'm here, a rugged scar, As guilty once again. I beg your mercy greets me so That I could not be sore, But you don't have to welcome, though, The soul that fawns your door. I only ask that you please think Before you bid adieu. Some food to eat, a drink to drink Is all I ask of you.