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.