A muddy sidewalk
Sure as sunrise, someone falls
How unfortunate

A tin roof wetted
By falling rain that should cleanse
But it only smears

Water droplets land
On the plant it nourished, but
Burn spots they create

The music is ringing,
Like a gong in my head,
Sometimes it's good,
But put it to bed.

A ringing and throbbing,
I can't keep it straight,
The words of a friend,
A specialty fate.

A dream that I had,
A scarlet sunset,
A hope to inspire,
Now I'm in your debt.