I have slept in cold and lonely places
With no comfort but the ground
I've walked for years seeking gentle faces
Just a smile, a friendly sound
But I've felt the bruise of fist and stone
Where cold laughter rang out high
And I've stumbled on, wounded to the bone
Holding tears back from my eye
Still I shall find my way
And I will know my people
They'll embrace me with deep care
You see my aching search for loving kindness
Is the light that leads me there

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