Forsaken


 

Trudging along the lonely road

Meeting fellow travelers along the way

Some denounce me as a highwayman

How do I prove that I am not a robber?

 

My trustworthiness gone, I am considered less than nothing

These were my friends, my comrades, and brothers

Yet they, not the enemy, cast the first stones

For weren’t they without sin?

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