Blue Bleeds Through - Michael Sweet

Winter, cold and gray as my soul it is these days

And purple, limped aside as it pawned my crown away

Red rants and raves, it comes in waves once calmed by you

And black always asks me, «Ain't it great to be alone»

And the Blue Bleeds Through all

Yes the Blue Seeps Through all

Yellow, waking warm and reminding me of home

And orange, warm and changing me, leaves are letting go

Green creeps between me, wanting all I’ve ever known

And white holds me tight and whispers, «You are not alone»

These constantly changing colors I swear is never me

But from further back I see my grand painting

(In my heart, and in my mind)

Winter, cold and gray as my soul it is these days