Musings of a restless soul.

All those who feel everything is right, are wrong.

All who say the sky is blue are wrong,

I see a morose red for all the blood that's shed,
I see a teary black for all the dreams that are dead,
I see a sad yellow for all that could have been,
I see a misty blur for the world so cruel and mean.

I see guns spewing out death songs,
I see widows wailing for the ones gone,
I see a mother's gaze at the horizon,
I see her son fall in the war zone.

I see greed take over the humanity,
I see lust testing our tenacity,
I see the good losing out favour,
I see the zenith of radical furor.

I see life taken away for religion,
I see goodness at the point of subversion,
I see but I no longer have feeling,
I see the humanity gone beyond healing.

All who say the sky is blue are wrong.