Land of Misfits
If there was a safe land
He would go straight away
Crossing with open hands
And there hoping to stay
He would go straight away
Leaving us far behind
And there hoping to stay
Free from faces unkind
Leaving us far behind
Never stooping to aid
Free from faces unkind
And a bond never made
Never stooping to aid
Subtle thoughts misconstrued
And a bond never made
Over cobwebs accrued
Subtle thoughts misconstrued
That he knew to be right
Over cobwebs accrued
In the darkest of night
That he knew to be right
As the sun trumps the rain
In the darkest of night
Midst the deepest of pain
As the sun trumps the rain
Its horizon is seen
Midst the deepest of pain
And his soul remains clean
Its horizon is seen
For his odd mind to chase
And his soul remains clean
From insanity’s place
For his odd mind to chase
He will find a safe land
From insanity’s place
Crossing with open hands
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