The warm breeze of the blue sea; Blue tangs swimming around; And bluebirds flying freely. Falling petals from a blue rose; Blue butterflies hanging upside down; And its blooming beginning that shows. I'm always blue; But I wish I'm that kind of blue.
Little Raven can't fly; Locked up in a cage full of thorns and cypress vines. Even if little Raven tries; Its heart will eventually die. Its soul will also cry; And that would be a goodbye.
In a house built with gray walls; Marigolds withers and falls. The sound of a violin at night that casts the spell; Then winter bid us farewell. The raven fly up high; When the storm came and the clouds started to cry. A wish to end this....? PAIN