He sits alone, watching people pass by. He shivers from the cold. He can't understand why. He's out of place, lost, waiting for something to come back to him. The people who do notice him stop to talk, but eventually they all leave him to be swallowed by the cold. Caged, cold, and broken. Alone with his watery eyes. We know he'll be alright, but nothing we say can make him see they'll come back to him. Someone save him. He's all alone. He looks at me as I walk away. Every step I take tears wounds in his frozen skin. I'm sorry I couldn't save you.