Purple
It was not me, it was the world,
That painted my sky,
My perfect sky,
And colored it green;
A far cry from Purple.
It was not me, it was the world,
That drowned my dreams,
My gorgeous dreams,
And soaked my fingers,
And froze them out Purple.
But it was me, certainly me,
Who swung the axe,
That terrible axe,
That smashed their columns,
Staining their steps Purple.
And alas it was me, most certainly me,
Who broke the ice,
That terrible ice,
That freed the dreams,
Changing the sky to Purple.
Invino Veritas
7/20/15
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