Sometimes I Feel Like a Raggedy Wash Cloth

Sometimes I feel like a raggedy wash cloth. Because I am used as a last resort. And I am all out of sorts. No one calls on me until no one else comes. Most of the time I am treated like a bum. Sometimes I feel like a raggedy wash cloth.

Undivided

Undivided I shall stand tall. Undivided one for all. Undivided forever to be. Undivided the future I wish to see. I shall stand undivided looking towards the end. Looking for the answer, to help my fellowmen. I want to make the world better for everyone. For my mother, her brother, and his son. Given a chance I shall stand. Given a chance I know I can. Undivided I shall stand.