The Man Who Helped the Fellow

The sun rose again, like any other day
The man continued his journey to the capital
It was the first day

And along the way, he saw a fellow weep on the sidewalk corner
He asked to the fellow,
"Why do tears run on your face?"
The fellow replied,
"My mate, my mate, well I'll tell you, she does hate,
My love hates 'my awful wastes'."

So the man helped up the fellow from the dirty corner
And he backtracked home with the tired and joyless fellow

In their small home, the man could see
The fellow's love had a heart broken for the fellow did leave
But now then he came back
And the man explained to the fellow's love who did hate
That the fellow never wasted when making sure his love felt joy

And the love of the fellow was clear to the fellow's love
As she started to cry
The makeup running from her eyes
The same way tears ran down the fellow's face

And the fellow and his love never doubted again their love
They thanked the man as he left their home
Then he forwarded on with a smile
To the capital the first day he had only gone a half mile