Trees of green
Skies of blue
What youre looking at
I see through
Sun of yellow
Moon of white
Instead of giving
We all fight
Night of black
Clouds of red
War and hunger
Both widespread
Blazing a path that should be lightly tread.
Running a race that should be walked instead.
Some are behind, some are ahead.
He who comes in last is left for dead.
The competitors not having any tears to shed.
Unless diamonds were what their eyes bled.
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 7:50 PM UTC
Trees of green
Skies of blue
What youre looking at
I see through
Sun of yellow
Moon of white
Instead of giving
We all fight
Night of black
Clouds of red
War and hunger
Both widespread
Blazing a path that should be lightly tread.
Running a race that should be walked instead.
Some are behind, some are ahead.
He who comes in last is left for dead.
The competitors not having any tears to shed.
Unless diamonds were what their eyes bled.
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