The outcast protested innocence
Til his judgement day
He was pushed away
Couldn't see the forest or his city grow
For the trees got in the way
Wandered lost til he found a field
The skyline peaked
The forest breathed
Thought back on what was asked of him
He put his mind at ease
Confessed his guilt at his city's gate
Yes, you were wrong
You were so alone
Trust must build and you must change
But outcast, welcome home
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