Wayward One

And they cry

and they call

as the wayward walk alone.

City lights, urban sprawl,

in a place no one should know.

Shown no grace.

Shown no love.

These mean streets are meant for none.

Take them back to the start.

Let the purest of heart

know their woth is still spoken.

As they fight to exist,

we neglect and resist

Let the circle be broken.

Broken homes,

broken lives

They repeat themselves in time.

It's passed on, down the line,

'till we heal the wounds inside.

It's not too late

to make things right.

Dress the wounds with loves pure light.

Take them back to the start.

Let the purest of heart

know their woth is still spoken.

As they fight to exist,

we neglect and resist

Let the circle be broken.

They're still waiting.

They still cry.

They want to know they'll be alright

All I'm saying;

Can we try

to bring the wayward ones

back home tonight?

To bring the wayward ones

back home tonight?

Take them back to the start.

Let the purest of heart

know their woth is still spoken.

As they fight to exist,

we neglect and resist

Let the circle be broken.