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