4A little boy stands in the doors way
Wishing his father would stay
Walking though the rain he goes
Never looking back, holding his wave.
Ten years has passed
And the father returns to where he last walked
To make him go back to the past
Back to that day.
There is no boy he wanted to see
Nothing but a mound in the ground.
Just a little grave.
So theres something to see.
As it rains.