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