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A Canvas Painted GreyThe sky is a canvas painted grey, a bleak outlook on life.Under this cloud of shame you stand. Bring the winds of change before the storm. Still you await the rain. The torrent of emotions will run. Still you await the rain. To drain away your life once more. The sky is a canvas painted grey, the clouds begin to break away. The landscape saturates into vast hues and vibrant lights. Still you await the rain. The torrent of emotions will run. Still you await the rain. To drain away your life once more. Now you hear the call as the rain begins to fall. You craved this blackened sky to wash away the sickening stain of colour. The sky is a canvas painted grey, the clouds begin to form again. They shroud you from the light of day, unleashing their sorrows unto you. Now you embrace the rain. The torrent of emotions run. Now you embrace the rain and forever live your life in grey. |