A day full of sorrow,
With a soul almost hollow,
Aching hearts still beating,
To a ****** mans weeping.
With a voice that trembles,
Of a boy I resemble.

And what I do is write..
For those tears dried..

Of how he lost his father,
To whom he lost his mother,
For he had a little sister,
Who will know one brother,
A brother at nine,
Always smiling with mine..

And all I did was smile..
At least for a while..

Little hopes was all he had,
Big hope was what she had,
With no coins in his pocket,
He gave up his locket,
For he had to feed,
His little sister indeed!

And all I did was watch..
With a glass full of scotch..

But that was all he got,
And a little teapot.
No one knew his misery,
For he was always a mystery,
A smiling little fellow,
Who waved every hello!

And all I did was nod..
Always a bit sod..

It's been two weeks,
The boy's grown weak,
With smiles faded away,
A Little girl swayed away,
The boy became a man,
With a little bit of tan.

And I wrote those tears..
For a girl without fears..

His world turned upside down,
To a Kingdom with overthrown crown,
Where boys may drown,
Where he was now a clown,
With days coloured brown,
In his own dead town.

And all I did was write..
For all those tears.. that dried!