(R)
The Couch sees a young man adrift from home, walking, on a path unknown. Exhausted in the name of all ; The Couch says, don't drink your life Master - if you not a mighty, take a slow fall.
(M)
The Couch senses the elder of the house now, commercially happy in a fine line suit and'em fancy hush boots; The Couch says, O' white O' white, you do not belong to the city, to know, if you may - The beholder of all the pity.
(Ri)
Old couch is sad, not to have the giggles around, but in remembrance - the lost smile - found. A face too innocent for its contemporaries, a heart full of young dreams. The heart that was pure for One - broken aloud and left stunned. God must have saw it happening - thus made us pay the cost - The face, the heart, the smile - is forever Lost.
