Misanthrope

Everyone he will ever see Will notice him and flee To the sky he starts to plea Why does everyone hate me Now cast out from society He has lost all hope Now a misanthrope Longing for his neck to kiss the rope He wants his life to end Deeply he yearns for a friend But up around the bend Walks a godsend She talks to the man His feelings she understands Now the misanthrope stands And blissfully roams the lands. The power to heal is within our hands Keep a firm grip Don’t let your fellow man's mind slip