I have hated the words and I have loved them and I hope I have made them right.
In search of a breath that echoed with the one I drew. In search of a breath that echoed with the one I drew.
As much as I've learned to hate them. As much as I've learned to hate them.
Not all skies are blue But the crimson ones studded with stars Not all skies are blue But the crimson ones studded with stars
My smile shall linger as an oddly shaped cloud hanging in a crimson red sky. My smile shall linger as an oddly shaped cloud hanging in a crimson red sky.