Last, Lonely, and Wretched by Joan Baez

You're tired and you're cold
You long to be free
But in this god forsaken land
You find no hope
No family
The many roads that you've wondered
Since the day of your birth
You've become one of the last. lonely, and
Wretched
Your hair is matted
Your face and hands are dirty
The years that you toil
Must number somewhere near thirty
The deepening of a sadness
Grow finally into madness
You are truly one of the last, lonely, and
Wretched
Your eyes are wild and frightening
At the same time they are blessed
And I wonder if god died
Turned his back or only just rested
When you walked out on the seventh day
Through the big gates and on your way
To become one of the last, lonely, and
Wretched
For once, you were a child
Your cheeks were red
You were well fed
You laughed and played till you got teary
Ran to your mother when you were weary
But some where you were forsaken
Alone, no one there to blame
And somehow all was taken
Your mind, your body, your name
Forgive us our unkindness
Our desertion and our blindness
With you
The last, lonely, and wretched
Forgive us for the last, lonely and wretched