Before him in the barren sand
He saw a pile of stone
The broken pillar he once used
To help him stand alone
But now it couldn't stand itself
Sprawled out in disarray
The pieces he had learned to love
Had all but washed away
And at the sight he shed a tear
For broken pieces of his friend
He slowly swallowed all his fear
And at the sight he shed a tear
He'll spend a week; he'll spend a year
To help his pillar stand again
And at the sight he shed a tear
For broken pieces of his friend
A mason he knew he was not
But still he could not fail
His memory of what was there
Caught every last detail
So then he would begin to build
From all that had remained
And each day it would take more shape
Of what he would regain
He knew that it would be okay
The man had only tried his best
His passion helped him find a way
He knew that it would be okay
His kindness it would soon repay
And of this oath they would attest
He knew that it would be okay
The man had only tried his best
And once he placed the final piece
He knew it would sustain
But then the man would soon collapse
His vigor now was drained
And as he falls, his hand will touch
This structure of a friend
His pillar, now rebuilt and strong
Would help him stand again...
Dedicated to a true friend.
