Colors of the World

I take a box of crayons with me
when I walk beside the sea,
and I color the world around me
the way I think it must be.

I color it lost for the soldiers,
that are dying in a faraway land.
I color it with sadness
for the children who can’t understand.

I color it with hopelessness
for the homeless living on the street.
Because you have gone away
I color it with emptiness for me.

I’d like to color a rainbow in the sky
after an early morning rain,
but my ears are filled up
with the people crying out in pain.

So I color it with loneliness
for the widows of the soldiers
dying in a faraway land.
I color it with sadness
for the children who can’t understand.

I color it with hopelessness
for the homeless living on the street.
Because you have gone away
I color it with emptiness for me.

I’d like to color the sunset
purple, gold and red,
but my box of crayons is nearly empty,
so I color it black for the dead.

I color it lost for the soldiers
who are dying in a faraway land
I color it with sadness
for the children who don’t understand.

I color it with hopelessness
for the homeless living on the street.
Because you have gone away,
I color it with emptiness for me,
I color it with emptiness for me.

Posted by keeperofthesword on December 2, 2018

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