The Troubled Souls
Who will love the troubled souls
With which this world abounds
These broken, tragic, fragile folks
Once lost then seldom found
Didn't they have hopes and dreams
And lots of things to say?
But somewhere in the mists of time
They seemed to lose their way
Yet if they got help they need
I wonder who they'd be
So who will love the troubled souls?
I guess that's down to me
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