Title: The Unknown Author: ilerlily
He was wild and he was violent He was never known to cry-- But when the lawman shot him Tears were in his eyes. . . "I never have been loved," he cried, "No one ever cared--" And as the young man fought for life His red blood stained his hair. "I never meant to hurt no one," Came his painful cry-- "I just wanted them to know That I was alive." His body shivered with the cold He died in awful pain-- But the dreadful part about his death: No one knew his name. No one claimed his body, In an unmarked grave he lies-- The purpose of his wretched life Was the goal he was denied. Beverly Hearn Cook Comments on "The Unknown"
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