Images (chapter One) Testo

There he sits
Drawing images on the causeway
With small bits of chalk
He sketches all the lost days

And the rain keeps coming down
Wipes them from the ground
And the rain keeps coming down
Watching his life drown

Dashing past
The people circle around him
With a laugh
A bottle must have drowned him

And the rain keeps coming down
Wipes them from the ground
And the rain keeps coming down
Change his smiles to frowns

None remain
Not the friends or possessions
Who's to blame
With all those good intentions

One picture did remain
A face that had his name
A body lies, no pain
Under blankets of warm rain