I saw a man with a girl today.
She slipped and fell on the flat.
Swept in his arms where he kissed her tears,
she smiled and that was that.

Winter comes as it often does.
He wraps an arm 'round her shoulder.
Cringing a smile, she shrugs it off,
every day the wind sweeps colder.

Red-faced tears turned my head again later.
Another girl tripped some day.
No one could make the kid hush up,
Wailing a storm where she lay.