Blue birds singing all along.
The nightly sky is a deeper blue,
But the light waves of blue sprinkles down,
And I am simply stunned by blue specks here.
Blue, the sound of tears.
Diverse in it’s different shades,
Everyone cries faced in their fears.
Blue, the sound of life when such fades.
An ocean of deep and mighty blue waves on back,
The calligraphy of blue words print through your cry.
A man sits alone, blue spilling through his broken eyes.
Faced with the colors of polar rain shaking through one's demise.
Blue, it’s the sound of pain.
Broken down in it’s many objections,
We start to see the edge of the word insane,
With blue on our fingertips we seize the meaning of life’s injections.
Blue, the sound of tears.
Diverse in different shades,
Everyone cries faced in their fears.
Blue, the sound of life when such fades.
The color of sadness I associate blue with,
Desperate to make since of the pain in which havoc implores.
An Ice cold heart turns slowly blue,
Desperate to thaw, but desperate to leave.
An ice cold heart turns slowly blue,
Desperate to melt, but not ready to taste the end.
Blue, are thee not the sound of drops bleeding with sorrow?