I have another tale to tell you. It’s quite sad, but all stories can’t be sunshine. So stoke the fire and accommodate yourself, and we’ll get started.
They left him by the wayside, frozen in stone
They said his heart couldn’t beat anymore
They shed their crocodile tears, and left him still
Then they went home
He was honest, he was brave, he was loved
That is, ’til the end
Such a Tragedy they cried, as they forgot his name
Such a full life he lived, some would say
Yet non of them new him, for how could they?
They spent all their time worried about their dimes
And barely looked up to mourn a life that was not their own
By tomorrow they’ll forget the clothes he’d worn
And they’ll say ‘what a shame, it seems I’ve forgotten his name’