Your favorite color is green,
You know this to be true.
But what if the color green,
Is actually deep blue?
You like the smell of spring,
Warm sunshine and new life.
But what if spring for someone else,
Is filled with worry and strife.
Your childhood was full,
Of hope and love and dreams.
But some child in a far off place,
Knew only his mothers screams.
The sky is blue for you my dear,
I know this to be right.
You're young, foolish and lost,
You live in pools of light.
Please understand that life is bliss,
Not through ignorance or greed.
The life we live is hit or miss,
And no one breathes for free.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 3:47 AM UTC
Your favorite color is green,
You know this to be true.
But what if the color green,
Is actually deep blue?
You like the smell of spring,
Warm sunshine and new life.
But what if spring for someone else,
Is filled with worry and strife.
Your childhood was full,
Of hope and love and dreams.
But some child in a far off place,
Knew only his mothers screams.
The sky is blue for you my dear,
I know this to be right.
You're young, foolish and lost,
You live in pools of light.
Please understand that life is bliss,
Not through ignorance or greed.
The life we live is hit or miss,
And no one breathes for free.