Before him in the barren sand, he saw a pile of stone
The broken pillar he once used to help him stand alone
But now it couldn't stand itself, sprawled out in disarray
The pieces he had learned to love had all but washed away

        And at the sight he shed a tear
        For broken pieces of his friend
        He slowly swallowed all his fear
        And at the sight he shed a tear

        He'll spend a week; he'll spend a year
        To help his pillar stand again
        And at the sight he shed a tear
        For broken pieces of his friend


A mason he knew he was not, but still he could not fail
His memory of what was there caught every last detail
So then he would begin to build from all that had remained
And each day it would take more shape of what he would regain


        He knew that it would be okay
        The man had only tried his best
        His passion helped him find a way
        He knew that it would be okay

        His kindness it would soon repay
        And of this oath they would attest
        He knew that it would be okay
        The man had only tried his best


And once he placed the final piece, he knew it would sustain
But then the man would soon collapse, his vigor now was drained
And as he falls, his hand will touch this structure of a friend
His pillar, now rebuilt and strong, would help him stand again...