Scarecrow, weathered and weary Fragile and old beyond his years Here we are-- chosen In your eyes, the truth lies frozen Soldier in the city heat Refugee on every street And life goes by Standing in the pouring rain He's a gentleman with a family A gentle man, living day to day He's a gentleman with pride, one may conclude Sign reads, "Gentleman with a family will work for food" Shadows haunting his tired eyes Reaching beyond the empty hand Here we are, the chosen In your eyes, the truth lies, frozen Soldier in the city heat Refugee on any street And life goes by An apostle to those worn out souls (Repeat Chorus) --
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