The year was 1946, Longtown, New Haven, sounds of the smell of the morning dream, looking out,I see a rail cart passing by in the snow, men busy fending for their next meal, a district of hard work.
One very individual that morning, rose up from bed and started his mission, his ways of walking door to door delivering the word, good and evil. The solist knew not evil but goodness as the newspaper boy passed by. He went to a tarven, sat to cool off his steam after his days work, an orphan sitting next to him questioned him as a religious unbeliever about his mission and God. The solist replied saying "I'm he who speaks the truth, evangelize at the truth, becoming one with reality".
Nameless was bitter for he knew that was the truth but his life had made him see that there's no better place than the one he's in, an orphan who's family left behind...