Cathedral windows

When she said goodbye to you
We saw you through stained glass windows
And here inside cathedral walls
Was silent as your grave

In shade on the cloister wall
You sat with your sorrow between you
And watched the closing of your lives
And all that you'd once shared between you

Windows in cathedrals tell
Of suffering and dying
But they ignore the common lad
Whose heart is simply crying

Nothing we could do or say
Would soften teh scene in red and blue
The script upon the window told
The suffering of you

The subtle change of colour
That marks the edge of happiness
Is etched upon our lives through that
Venetian coloured glass

We waited in cathedral square
In emptiness and silence
And from her arms one last embrace
Then she quickly walked away

And we your friends then took you in
And put our arms around you
Not knowing how to heal your pain
Just glad that we have found you.

Windows in cathedrals
Are full of pomp and wonderland
But of greater use to the common lad
Is a friend who'll hold his hand, Yes
Of greater use to the common lad
Is a friend who'll hold his hand.

We were in Truro cathedral and I noticed three lads looking out through some stained glass into the cloisters. When we got there I looked to see what they were looking at: on a bench sat a boy and a girl; she at one end with her feet up on the bench towards the boy; he with his elbows on his knees, looking at the ground. It looked like Goodbye.

Later, we were sitting in the square in front of the cathedral and I saw the three lads in a huddle. Then from round the side came the boy and the girl. They stopped; she gave him a hug, and then walked away.

He sauntered over to his mates, as jauntily as he could, but they weren't fooled: they put their arms round him.

Don't tell me there's anything wrong with the youth of today.