He doesn't say how many in the end
Were drawn up from that dark pit
But he was the first
To thank his rescuers
Bloodied head and feet
Having survived the nightmare
He remembers the angel
Almost shattering him this morning
The invitation stirring in his pocket
An old man stumbling on his way
Knowing exactly where he's going
With no idea how to get there
And we left in this dark pit
Remember him and trust
He will remember us
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