Red

The rainbow has it wide,

Jumping all in the sky

Its beauty to see,

but not at all what she is allowed to be

Her palms even look the same,

On which he took an aim

It is pain

But that’s all she has seen

The blood that she bleeds,

To make breed

Yes, it sounds good

But it tastes like a rotten wood

She has seen all darks and lights

Like a mother who sighs.