I pray for the lost ones,
The forsaken of this world.
The ones promised so much,
But promise turned to mold.

I pray for the mad ones,
The insane of this world.
The ones who ask so little,
But asking was always too bold.

I pray for the rich ones,
The happy of this world.
The ones who demand too much,
And find their souls too be sold.

I pray for the lost ones,
The bulk of this world.
The ones who every day go about,
And will die nothing more than
Being in the fold.