How sad she looked in the muddy street,
As the world went rumbling by,
"Help me,"  she whispered to the trotting feet,
But no one heard her cry.

Perhaps a passer stopped to look,
But none would stop to aid
So to her knees she sadly took
And through her tears she prayed,

And as she knelt in pouring rain
The sun shone through the clouds
And made a little shining stain
Of light upon the crowds

And there in that one shining spot 
A stranger stood alone
And over all the bustling lot
He heard the mournful moan.

"Oh, no, no, do not cry," he said.
"I cannot bare you crying.
I beg you, tell me what's your dread,
Is someone sick or dying?"

She brushed away some quiet tears,
And looking in his eyes,
She said, "I cannot find one friend
Beneath the sun lite skies."

He smiled, and raised her from the stone
And said, as tears he dried,
"With me, you'll never be alone;
I'll never leave your side."