Outcast

I saw a tramp standing in the street
Judgement from the one who is born
Righteousness was solid as a rock
As I read the words written at her feet
The adversary quickly withdrew his tail
The Gypsy offered compassion as a gift
Which came from the power within
Like Kryptonite, forgiveness did prevail
I saw her wings were dark as the night
As the tramp passed by the crowd
With glasses the color of a rose
Her heart was as pure as feathers of white