All the broken, the lowly, and the poor Were gathered and loaded at the shore To cast of beggar, thief, and whore To a lonely road This mother, her situation grim Held her child close and leaning in Was praying, "dear Father I have sinned" "So the boy, he must go" They say oh, Why have we been selected now to go? Out to the ones you've neglected in their darkest hours? Were you ever really there at all? But when the bell tolls on that grey morn Would you cut your ties and run? Here's to the wreck of the fallible All their rudders travel where they will For seven generations in the swill To eat, but never to be filled Just remain a foe Battered, arriving at the spot Awaken after years of being lost His men, they're not worried what it cost They've starved down below They say oh, Why have we been rejected by our own? Was it wrong to expect that in their darkest hours You were ever really there at all? But when the bell tolls on that grey morn Would you cut your ties and run? Here's to the wreck of the fallible Just stay another couple days Floating all alone among the waves Stowing what others throw away For the few you could save