little forest


mister somebody, oh mister somebody,
is that really you?
please catch my scraps and patch them up
before i tear in two.

mister somebody, dear mister somebody,
won't you ask if i'm alright?
why can't you put your briefcase down
and help catch raindrops from my eyes?

but when the rain shows up and it begins to pour,
those mean mister somebodies wash away
and are somebodies no more -

and i hope, in the storm's aftermath
i'll find someone who's like me
a saddened soul who can’t see the sun,
another mister nobody.