It started with a song
The one in my head
I thought I would write it down
Just incase I would forget
Now that I have started to write it down
I cannot remember The words I had Found
Out of my mind now while laying in bed
thoughts drifting around with words un-said
Like a slow flowing white cloud
In the breeze like a shroud
jealousy is green and i have been mean
tomorrow will be blue but with the sun shining through
Tonight I will wish upon a tiny white star
TO lighten my load and take me afar.
Fame has The colors of Red Orange and Gold
My life story wont ever be told.
The night holds the color of Ebony Black
wishing and hoping but the cards seem stacked.
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