Colors

Plucked the sun from the heavens, stole the stars from the night.
Free to see what happens to you.
We all are drawn out by the shining coin another hand to be led by
What freedom are you dying for?

Colors paint a canvas,
leave you to find the way
But it wont tell you more
No!

Somehow, you feel the burn dont let it go,
Got to make it right, with love and metaphors
Someday, you might see the true demise of greed
Make a stand, pick to fight and dont let it go.

Trapped here waiting for a hero, who’s waiting for you
Somewhere over the horizon.
You’ve been there before, but would you burn your hands again
Or would you do much more

Somehow, you feel the burn dont let it go,
Got to make it right, with love and metaphors
Someday you might see the true demise of greed
Make a stand, pick to fight and don’t let it go.

Living life through another persons eyes
clowdy eyes materialise,
left to question, uncertainty,
A shiny light prommises a way out,
but you still have to bear the pain
Walking down the line destroying their design and build your fate.

Seasons change, so will you.
You’re always, free to be YOU

You’re not far away … from my skin