I was on the last train home at night
Very late then in the day
There was no other until morning
And coming into am empty station there he lay
A man that had either fell on his bottle
Or could have been robbed he being drunk
I looked out of the train window
And right then my heart it sunk
I got off that train knowing there was not another
But then I really did not care
As he was in the greatest trouble
And not a soul in sight was there
It came to be he had been robbed and bashed
By some who will one day pay in life
It was on the coldest ever could be winters night
And I could tell this man had children and a wife
I got him up and I walked him home
And it was he lived so from there far away
Eventually getting him back to his front door
Was something my own father would have done that day
His family they were worried so about him
As he should have been home so long ago
And if I had not done as I did at the time
I could not have lived with myself it's so
In life there are no rewards or prizes for being a good soul
It's what we all are so very meant in life to do
It comes down to what you think of yourself
And what goes around comes around it's true.