Rouge
Rouse
Roust
Roost
Boost
He stands on his feet
Not sure of what he'll meet
Or if he'll be beat
By the thugs on the street
But stand he must
Rise from the dust
In God is his trust
But his soul did rust
And canker with soil
With anger embroil
And suffering toil
On this earthly coil
He rose all alone
So far from his home
His skills he did hone
A pauper on a throne
Then the sky began to light
The east red with the sight
The clouds parting, as in fright
At the ending of night
And he looked to the east
Into the heart of the beast
The greatest and the least
On this glory he did feast
His soul began to break
A bitter sweet ache
Each breath that he'd take
A new man it did make
Overcome by the love
That streamed down from above
On the wings of the dove
At the end of life's rove
At the journey's end
He'd found his friend
His heart began to mend
All defenses did rend
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