The Lonesome Worm

When the sun bobs in the sky

And the birds blow the clouds up high

And lovers lay out the glances

That will shape their destinies

Do you give the lonesome worm

A chance to fly?

When the moon pours out its light

And the wolves roll their eyes at the sight

And fingers linked in fingers

Lead to midnight memories,

Do you smile upon the lonesome worm

When you walk by?

When the rain pours in your eye

And the birds take off and fly

When your pots boil to back doors slamming

Shaping the future of the kids.

Do you give the lonesome worm

A chance to cry?