There he was, very old and in the rain
His shoulders high and face low
He sat all alone, his heart full of pain
But what he was doing there, he didn’t know
What had happen to him that made him so glum
What was the reason for his sorrow
Where did all of this pain come from
And would he stay like this through tomorrow
But there is hope, I do believe
Hope, love and happiness
To take him away from his grief
And his heart would ache less and less
And no longer would he sit alone out in the rain
For his heart was full and rid of pain
