Words of colour
Painting noises,
play in colour,
when is why
with who my brother.
A noise of sunshine,
a subtle sound,
from behind us,
underground.
Secrets sorrows,
held within,
ever since,
it starts again.
What are words,
without a purpose?
A haven's drought,
of what is for trust.
Lies of many.
Lies of few.
See just what...
these lies can do.
Offset wisdom,
by sounding wise,
words are weird,
when in disguise.
play in colour,
when is why
with who my brother.
A noise of sunshine,
a subtle sound,
from behind us,
underground.
Secrets sorrows,
held within,
ever since,
it starts again.
What are words,
without a purpose?
A haven's drought,
of what is for trust.
Lies of many.
Lies of few.
See just what...
these lies can do.
Offset wisdom,
by sounding wise,
words are weird,
when in disguise.