Blue Grass

November 10, 2009
I put colors on my face
To escape this place

To get to a place with purple skies
And babbling brooks
That sing lullabies

The grass is blue
And I have you
Everything's perfect
In this world so new

No wars
No destruction
No maiming
No corruption

The skies are purple
And I have you
In my perfect world
Where the grass is blue

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