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He walked in tonight at the bar

saying that he lived quite far

his eyes shone without a fear

but his face showed signs of tears

I asked him gently for his name

he told me that we were all the same

Being content with the answer

I washed my face with a glance

seeing that I was poor

he left some money by the door

He looked back to the place

and wandered off into the mist

It was quite strange for a stranger

to drop by without a care

men come and go

but dont often dare

to understand a persons needs

and treat him like his own seed

ill never forget that warm evening

for it taught me many a thing

The heart that i had not known

exists some place above the thorns

of the rose that was planted;

from the horseman that mounted;

off to the earth where he was to roam

looking for a humble home

The candle was lit, but by whom its unshown

A saint of some kind, or a stranger unknown.