Wandering Fool

They often say leave the lane,
Where no one walks this time,
Someone clearly has lost their way,
And someone is here to find,
Lost souls sing out into the night sky,
Crying their songs of woe,
And to join them next, unfortunately,
Is where our pretty one must go.
But rest assured that this dark lane,
Houses ones like you,
So together harmonise and sing out your pain,
And pity the next wandering fool.