Beat broken busted bruised and bled
The rainy beauty of the day slides down into the holes
Kicking the sides of brains and bearing
There just isn’t a way for everyone to smile
Always at the same time
Sparks and hints
These are the sharp edges that only the willing
The ready
Can see
As we who can
Walk between the raindrops
(a re-used line, but still a goodie)
