If wishes fell like rain old man, then certainly I am a storm.

For hopes and dreams escape my head, when stumbling for someplace warm.

Excuse my hollow thoughts my dear, for fear’s a want I’ve naught.

A look inside my head good sir, would make the terrors fraught.

If wishes fell like rain old man, then certainly I am a storm.

For dropping wish upon my head, has pulled the rope full taught.