Like a pillow she was there
Cushioning the blow
Like a wall she stood fast
Not leaving his side

She was a well from which
He drew courage and strength
She was a tree that
Shaded and relieved him of the sunshine of pain

He felt not the pillow there
Knowing not why the hit was so soft
He saw not the wall
That blocked those dangers from him

He drew from the well
Not realizing that he was
He stood under the tree
He enjoyed the shade, but saw her not

But then the pillow was gone
And the pain was sharp
But then the wall crumbled
And he was so lonely

So the well ran dry
And he could not draw from it
So the tree withered and fell
And he was in hell

Then, he saw the pillow
So often protecting him
Then, he saw the wall
So often standing there

He remembered the well
From which he drank not water
He remember the tree
From which he drew solace

And tears ran like rivers
As her blood ran as well

His throat was sore with grief
As hers would feel no longer