Standing in the rain with no umbrella.
He seems a shadow of himself.
Thoughts strewn that he couldn't keep.
Some things just run too deep.
Best left on the shelf.
Just that kind of fella...
Waiting for the sun with hope to spare
He sees a tiny glimpse of light.
Guides him through without a scratch.
And the blue flame of a lighted match.
Shows him the way is right.
She is still there...