Forever forgotten
Was the blue colored sky
Replaced by the milky white dome
Designed to fit their polluted time
As young children lay their head to rest
A pasty pillow
A chalky night dress
And their ivory ceilings
Covered in painted charcoal stars
An artificial image forever stained on their hearts
Never will they look out at the clear pearl moon
Thinking of someone
Wondering if they're thinking of you
No snow coats the grass
In the cool winter months
No alabaster dandelions lacing the air
You can't find any white nature here
But in this moment it’s 2017
And i’m laying on the hunter green grass
Amongst the stars and the trees
And I wonder when history books will talk of this time
When the sky wasn’t painted white
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
Forever forgotten
Was the blue colored sky
Replaced by the milky white dome
Designed to fit their polluted time
As young children lay their head to rest
A pasty pillow
A chalky night dress
And their ivory ceilings
Covered in painted charcoal stars
An artificial image forever stained on their hearts
Never will they look out at the clear pearl moon
Thinking of someone
Wondering if they're thinking of you
No snow coats the grass
In the cool winter months
No alabaster dandelions lacing the air
You can't find any white nature here
But in this moment it’s 2017
And i’m laying on the hunter green grass
Amongst the stars and the trees
And I wonder when history books will talk of this time
When the sky wasn’t painted white