Late one Wednesday night
I thought it was just me...

If I were to drive a car
with a look of silent fear...

Shelley sang a silly song
and shouted out with glee...

A flock of birds fly
into the open breeze...

The rain may fall
in times of strife...

A friendship blossomed
where there was none...

Heaven gained an angel
with love in her heart...

Branches form
on a growing tree...

The Same Vocal Tic
The noise echoed...

Each piece is unique
and has a place to go...

The seasons are passing
and a chill cools the air...

My friend you are the sun
when clouds turn to gray...