I am the hat worn by the man,
The day he was eating out of a can,
The day the train came and took him away,
This was his very worst day.
I am the spade used by the man,
Where the children cried yet no one ran,
Where the soldiers hurt for no good reason,
The man didn't even know the season.
I am the bed where the man lay,
Staying strong nothing to say,
Staying calm though he knows what's coming,
Lying there just quietly humming.
I am the floor where the man died,
Cold and lonely, there was no where to hide,
He never really wanted to stay,
There was just no way he could get away...