Yesterday I met a man
Who ruled the world in his sleep
Park bench for a pillow
A castle in his dream
All of his belongings
In a brown bag tied with string
People pass and step around
The man lost without a mission
See him find a lifelong friend
A pigeon in the park
Winter cuts to the bone
A shiver in the dark
Maybe guided by a vision
The message in a dream
So thank you Merle, for caring for
The men lost without the mission
He’s a mission man
He’s a man without a mission
He’s a man without ambition
He’s a man without a vision