He's been there for days now, with nothing to do,
But sit by the road just waiting for you.

He can't understand why you left him that day,
He thought you were stoping to go with him and play.

He's sure you'll come back and that's why he stays.
How long can he suffer?
How many more days?

His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched and dry.
He's sick now, from hunger and thirst,

He falls with a sigh.
He lay's down his head, and close's his eye's.