Your friend did not take
My message to you

You stood there, I here, but
My voice did not reach you

There was a telephone there, here, But
The bell did not ring through

There was a target, and the arrow, but
The bow did not twang true

I can see you through glass-society, but
I am a weakling like you

I can’t break it without your friend, and
Neither can you

You stood across the river, I here, but
The ferry would not take me to you

I pleaded, I begged, I wept, but
Your friend did not take My message to you.