The Man In The Black Coat

He wore a black coat
And he wore a black hat
And all that he saw was the darkness
He tried not to choke
When Grasping the Rope
That would lead him to those
That were heartless
For there he’d feel welcome
For there he’d feel comfort
For peace in his soul was denied
But soon it begun and he had become
Something disgusting inside
Now many would fret
And many would fray
And leave him with insults and scorn
Since he bares the name
That speaks the work pain
Wherever he walks it is born