Here, In Motion …Colorful are lives They are a painting They are a Picasso They are art in motion, I mean Come a custom to them Come to realize their use As sure as words can be a weapon What’s more rightly, they’re also cool Owing the marigolds time to breathe Living beyond the arms of sleep Wherever- amid shame-filled violins The years gone by, have they furthered nothing? Maybe it’s too clear to see -that “happiness” is not smiling Think we can make the rainbows bleed? Hey, what a crime that could be So I’m- Giving the marigolds autonomy As I’m- Living beyond the arms of sleep Wherever- amongst shame-filled violins The years gone by; hope they furthered some things Maybe it’s too clear to see -that “happiness” is not smiling Think we have made the rainbows bleed? Hey, we’re the ones who will lose Come a custom to that Come to realize we’re fools For our mishaps are magnificent What’s more rightly, they’ll always bloom …Colorful are lives And they have their angels Yes, they have their demons They are tales in motion, to me.
Posted on: Sat, 06 Jul 2013 22:41:19 +0000
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