Sad clowns on the rainy horizon with tears torn from red glass eyes Collapsing with nothing to hit In a free fall to the next day In the hopes of catching the fire Coming off the tips of the dragons wings To hold on to one single shining star In to the cup the saliva slides wishing there was something to do And crashing against the wood frame looking for the door To the room were lives stretch far beyond their comforts In dreams and desires With strong hands that never give up the matters of importance