The sky is blue today, the grass is green
The clouds are white, the blood is red and brown
The sun does shine upon a foul attack
Is death what waits at sunrise, sunsets too?
The knife and bullet spray on peaceful days.

The sky is grey today, the mud is think
The rain pours down, and love is born today.
The storms do rage against the two adults
Can love be made in hopeless times like these?
The gentle gaze, embrace, and sheltered heart.

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