On the corner of the church road there's a body laying face down on the pavement

Blood seeping into the cracks of the asphalt but nobody notices

People passing by but not a single soul stops

A tree is best measured when it is down they say

Where is your god now

Eyes water

Skin withers

Hands wrinkled

Disheveled and broken

Eyes water

Skin withers

Hands wrinkled

Disheveled and broken

Now the reality of it all is of course

Much worse for wear

But he's a shadow of a man and he's just standing there

The first time he came round all bright-eyed and bushy tailed, sun shining, nose in the wind

Standing upright in a town where everything hunches down

Crouches

Unbearably grouching

Lusting and unafraid he was

Full of life

Full of light

Too bad

Eyes water

Skin withers

Hands wrinkled

Disheveled and broken

Eyes water

Skin withers

Hands wrinkled

Disheveled and broken

Now the reality of it all is of course

Much worse for wear

But he's a shadow of a man and he's just standing there