The storm comes at night
Sitting there all alone
Shivering in the dark and cold
Not a friend, not as soul to talk to
Not a house to call home
Not a blanket to keep warm at night
But with the morning dawn
Brings a Smile
And everyone thinks he's happy
His smile is so great
But it's just a facade
He's silently begging you to see through
Straight to the garden of his heart and notice.
Notice the wilting sunflowers
The withering plumeria
The dead roses
All that's left are thorns and vines
He needs someone to listen to him and
Whisper in his ear tell me everything
Someone to hug him when he's done and say okay
Someone to restore the life in the garden of his heart
All alone, he needs a friend
And cookies made with laughter
