Little Cellist

See, she found him asleep on a heated floor
Saw his eyes had signs of crying
But realized not to ask what for
A good first-aider, she first made sure he was safe
Then began to explain the complaints of her day

Little cellist, don't break that wooden neck
It's not selfish to not do all they expect
And my good friend, it's okay to be upset
So loosen your tight grip around that wooden neck

She often held in her intrusive thoughts
For fear that the weight of her worries
Was too much for him to hear
But pressure causes pipes to crack
And now his shoulders drenched in tears
She was so overwhelmed
It was like she hadn't cried in years
And he said "Even Jesus Christ himself
Needed help to bear his cross
Please feel free to lean on me
If the world becomes too much"

He didn't speak a word then
But still felt some sense of purpose
If not to heal her hurting
At least to relieve her burdens

Little cellist, don't break that wooden neck
It's not selfish to not do all they expect
And my good friend, it's okay to be upset
So loosen your tight grip around that wooden neck

And she crouched beside him as he lay down again
But this time breathing laboured
Pins and needles from toes to head
She quelled her anxieties to calm her fading friend
Told him to keep his eyes open
Though now he was submerged in ocean
And the ambulance rolled up, like his limousine
To take him to a place where he reigned supreme
But trade in golden bedposts for a hospital bed
It's like monogram jewellery
But a plastic name band instead

Little cellist, don't break that wooden neck
It's not selfish to not do all they expect
And my good friend it's okay to be upset
So loosen your tight grip around that wooden neck

Little cellist, don't break that wooden neck
It's not selfish to not do all they expect
And my good friend, it's okay to be upset
So loosen your tight grip around that wooden neck