Corrido of the Forgotten Man.

They called him Juan el Olvidado, just a worker in the dust,

Built his life with hands so broken, lived by labor, lived by trust.

But one night they came to take him, left him bleeding in the sand,

Now his soul cries out for justice, guided by La Santa’s hand.

Oh, Santa Muerte, hear my prayer,

I have nothing left to give.

Take my sorrow, take my fear,

Give me strength so I may live.

He once knelt inside a chapel, asked the saints to show the way,

But the church doors shut behind him, and the priests all turned away.

So he walked into the darkness, found a shrine with candlelight,

There he swore his heart to Muerte, and she blessed his soul that night.

Oh, Santa Muerte, hear my prayer,

I have nothing left to give.

Take my sorrow, take my fear,

Give me strength so I may live.

"If the world won’t grant you justice,

Then let fate collect the debt…"

Now they whisper of a phantom, dressed in black with eyes so cold,

Where his traitors once stood laughing, now their names are carved in stone.

No one knows where Juan has vanished, but the candles burn so bright,

And La Santa walks beside him, in the silence of the night.

Oh, Santa Muerte, take my hand,

Lead me where the lost souls go.

If my name fades in the sand,

Let your shadow always glow.