I am the Grey man,
I shake with shakes,
I moan and I've danced too,
I loved with a loss,
I haven't forgotten you.
The day seems brighter,
my eyes cant adjust,
I've made rhymes of a writer,
yet I wish I was dust.
Although cold and sometimes alone,
I have company deep in my bones,
you may love me and I love you too,
But I am the way of the Grey,
Because I cant see Blue.
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 6:16 AM UTC
I am the Grey man,
I shake with shakes,
I moan and I've danced too,
I loved with a loss,
I haven't forgotten you.
The day seems brighter,
my eyes cant adjust,
I've made rhymes of a writer,
yet I wish I was dust.
Although cold and sometimes alone,
I have company deep in my bones,
you may love me and I love you too,
But I am the way of the Grey,
Because I cant see Blue.
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