A DROP OF COLOUR

Confusion rules this shifting age
And uproar fills the town
My thoughts are drowning in the noise
How could you know? Why should you know me?
You gently nourish my dry skin
A drop of colour saves me from
The fate I’m facing everyday
A single bloom piercing the snowdrift
How softly, the springtime breezes sing
How deeply, the distant mountains breathe
There are so many things to show you
Oh why does hate bring forth more hate?
A long abandoned fruit
Is hastening the process of decay
This country’s, it’s void of feeling
How softly, the springtime breezes sing
How deeply, the distant mountains breathe
There are so many things to show you
How softly, the springtime breezes sing
How deeply, the distant mountains breathe
There are so many things to show you
One of these days…