The Crutch
Gil Scott-Heron, Richard Russell
His eyes half closed
Revealed his world of Nod
A world of lonely men
And no love no God
His life of seeming nonchalance can't hide
The pain and fear in his mind desired
From dawn 'til dawn his body houses hurt
And none of us can truly aid his search
We sit outside and scene's ?, the fool
Its always easy to forecast others doom
The savage beast that once so soothed his brain
Has reared its ugly head and staked its claim
? here sits one more soul
You'll have to add to sorrow's total
These men, still men would be like you and me
But when the world reached out they chose to flee
The crutch