Louis saw skies of blue
Skies of white

But here I see skies of red
Clouds of grey

I wish I could see the world from Louis's point of view
I truly would love to see some unfiltered sunlight.

I would love to see the flames not assist souls to the land of the dead.
I would love to hear, once this is over, all the yays.

From people who were once blue
to have a chance to show their colors that are true.

Where my west coast can see clouds of white
and people going outside to fly a kite.

I proudly salute the brave souls who arrive in trucks of red
for without them a lot more would be lost and/or dead.

I proudly with everyone else will scream and shout yay
Truly grateful I get to see another day.