The seventh wheel walks alone,
Tears falling amongst sticks and stones.
Taken for granted, never seen,
Always joking, or so it seems.
The seventh wheel walks alone,
Feet clattering on empty stone.
Tinkering with his inventions,
Feeling best with the lull of engines.
The seventh wheel walks alone,
A broken heart heavy as stone.
All of his loved ones lost or left,
Leaving only memories there.
The seventh wheel walks alone,
Until flesh turns bone and bone turns stone.
Forever they walk upon his grave,
Always admiring their perfect day.
The seventh wheel walked alone,
Remembering an island with sandy stone.
A soft touch, one last kiss,
A love to forever miss.
The Titan's daughter walks alone,
Stepping lightly on sandy stones.
Amongst moonlit flowers is Calypso,
Remembering Leo, her perfect hero.