He's all alone at the
church organ's seat
Where there's not a single soul to meet
No
friendly smile for him to greet
No kindly friend to make him complete
His mind wanders as night slowly sunders
He
lays his head in his hands and wonders
About the endless and
wretched lonely summers
He's spent wanting to be like others
Rage
boils up and pulses through his body
He smashes his fist down
furiously
And among the broken pipes and twisted keys
He stays
weeping quietly on his knees
