A fallen soul
life's cruel hits
Bottle in hand
eyes glazed and worn
A shadow of the person once born.

Judgements cast
we turn away
Forgetting the path that led astray.

For how can we expect,
from one so wrecked?

Ambitions to soar
when he's homeless and poor?

It's cruel to demand
from this struggling band
Achievements grand
with no helping hand.