Depending where he goes
He might feel empty with no love to quench his thirst
Or he Might feel as if his heart is swollen and will burst.

He walks along the street drenched with the tears of the World
The howls push against his face and feels the love, more like the lack of.

He walks along the street filled with the syrup of the morning dew
and Warmed by the ray's of the Sun above
He feels no lack of love.