• He collects the tears peoples shed
    ...in a bucket, that's red.

    Hes never walked before,
    and yet hes walked every path that has ever been tread

    He talks, but many people never hear him..because hes not at all loud

    He takes these little things and pours them into clouds.
    And they cry all your tears with you

    And the putter-patter of raindrops sing away your fears
    until again the sky turns blue.