Sky cried blues And the river bled deep red Sky cried blues And the river bled deep red

I would paint you each day, every day I would paint you each day, every day

In the dark dark day I don’t know where I live In the dark dark day I don’t know where I live

I was told to write a poem... I was told to write a poem...

"While some flowers lie pressed in a classic, some are meant to just wither away into mortality." "While some flowers lie pressed in a classic, some are meant to just wither away...

The sadness of emotions, Emotions of gratitude. The sadness of emotions, Emotions of gratitude.