He is leaning on the sign-post,
He's got nothing left but time;
He is just another old man, the people pass by
But across the busy midway, a little boy's been watching him
He walks up and say, hey mister,don't you have a friend?
And the old man gently smiles,and the boy is not afraid.
He says i want to share my treasure,it might make everything okay.
I've got a pocket full of stones, all of them are lucky,
They might got your home, they're not make believe,
This one here is for love, that's what mama says we all need
Here why don't you take some, you might need them more than me
What's your name, the man says Charlie
And The boy says mine is Pete.
Take as many as you want to,
I'll find more down at the creek
Pick a good one, that one's laughter,
And look this one stops the rain
See my mama's over there watching, she likes the white one, its for grace
Charlie's eyes filled up with tears,just knowing somewhere cares..
Pete just gave the gift of kindness,and play God's angel unaware
