Kierstin Gray

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There's an old man at the station who sits every day
Calling out to the people passing by
He is preaching salvation and peace on this earth
He is praying for the souls lost in time
And the people do walk on and never do stop
To listen to the old man as he speaks
Maybe some throw their pennies so they will not feel his stare
They can wipe his image from their memory

But the man has a history
And it's he who only knows
Not asking for your pity or your money just you listen
Just that you listen

So the words go unheard by the old man at the station
Who sits in the same spot every day
But there will come a time when his words will cease to flow
And the halls will ring the echos of his fame
As the old man at the station who sat every day
Preaching for the people he was trying to save