I see him walk by the street
after he visits the stone
He holds a piece of paper out
and that's the moment of frown
Pressing it against his chest,
he cries...
He cries in the rain
A sight so awful
hurts me deep
Thinking no one's around
he cries to the fullest
But here I am sharing
a part of his grief
I watch him until he,
disappears in the rain

Allow me to rest
by the shores
of your friendship

I have walked
day and night
to get here

I know you are tired too
your journey preceded
you have been waiting

rest on my shoulder
another
will come along
with three glasses
of lemonade