

Prompt / Lyrics
Paisley floats in red violet fog The haze will dim with rain The clock is louder than before Smells are stronger, days are longer He longs for sleep-an endless sleep That lasts until this nightmare ends When he wakes, he feels much better At least, for two priceless hours My friend has felt such pain these days But quit complaining months ago Complying now with fate's sharp blows Hanging on to fleeting hope Fighting because we want him back Our bottomless pit of love for him Holds on and begs for his strength To mend his tired body Confused mind-still sharp but asking, "Why?" The scientist at work again "How" to help the ones like him-ignored, weak, pushed aside for the sake of greed The saint I love will find a way He always does-he's good that way. Rest in peace, my friend.
Tags
Ambient blues rock
2:58
No
1/25/2026