I have always seen the world on a.... tilt.
A little off kilter, as if spilt.
Where some see a dozen rose's glory before they wilt
I see a lover's unforgiven guilt.

They may see a cemetary sad and forlorn.
I see a peacefulness that I mourn.
Some look upon the homeless with scorn.
I can see their potential unborn.

Many folks see the city as a gilded flower.
All I can see is smog and rush hours.
Where some cower from the thundershower.
I stand within it, feeling power.

For folks who say they always get the raw deals.
I see it they never learned to yield
Some women want their man to be made of steel.
I love my man, as he is, because he kneels.