If I spoke the truth
It would be no concern to you
Maybe my rhymes hold no reason
Then whats the reason they seem untrue
I'm going to get high and reflect the sky
Look at the wings of the dove as it passes by
Project colors of blue love, not blues love
You see I got the blues but its no concern to you
What will your lack of concern prove
I'm not concerned with whispers of yesterdays winds: for its a new day
Tho today I might pay, Because those winds might have been trying to say
There's a storm headed my way, You may say this is an evil place
Tho each day you live, Have you given thanks?