Who  cared for ever a day
It’s now your turn come what may
Here to hold your empty sound
Cry the song, walk my ground

Fast to scribble no lines to rehearse
The blackness of the barking curse
Push along the walls closed in
Cry the song,  my friend begin

Open the path no pages of lines
Draw the leaves left in time
Hold on and wrap the warmth around
Cry the song, my friend aloud