Coming Down Around Me

Like letters to an editor, the ones that love me send complaint They say that I am so close to proving true that sinners can be saints I woke up today to the sound of gray Floating over rooftops turning into rain Coming down around me Like tarnished silver in the kitchen drawer we all serve until we wear away Security instead of being free is what they sell in hopes that I might stay I have no idea why it would But something changed for me last night Maybe I'm as crazy as they say I am But someone out there knows I'm right Could I be worth a try So in response to all those frightened words I have only one thing to say My broken joy might seem weak to them, but every dog will have his day