What gets under my skin,
is one with no kin,
With illness inside,
no reality to coincide,
With slaps, and taps, muttering, and puttering,
they walk alone,
singing, their own song,
Crazy, they might be, but we only see,
The outside, and not inside,
where once was housed a mind so sound,
now only a soul homeless and bound,
To be set free one must come,
To God and his only Son..............
Legion, was found, by a man of renown,
You know the story, it's old and re-told
For when you see another so bound,
remember to pray for a mind so sound.
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