Colour Me

There was a time ‘I am’ lived in the child

each moment began a different colour of true

I am colours of prime pure innocence of mind

heart and soul

colour me wonderful

See the child learn the program in play

the lesson begins on a palette of themes

A human experience is showing the way

waiting to surface

colour me grey

Every waking day someone paints a notion

a little bit of they a bit of them in motion

I’m changing colour to blend their way

biding their time 

colours my Now

See the girl see the boy take aim with their toy

terror runs through the veins of our youth

And the people paint freedom

on a wall of disdain

In the city of greed

colour me bleed

See the leaders stand tall cries of victory for all

but the force still lives on

for a forgotten cause

and mothers still weep for their sons and daughters

We learnt how

colour me empty now

Every waking day someone paints a notion

a little bit of they a bit of them in motion

We’re changing colour to blend their way 

doing their time

colour me blind

And futility comes as a state of mind

it crept in while you were sleeping

And they say you can’t change it now

there must be a way

colour me how

A father holds a son in loving embrace

the bridges are burnt to the darker place

A grandfather’s voice is the wisdom of themes

See the child learn the program from a palette of peace

There was a time ‘I am’ lived in the child

every waking day someone paints a notion

colour me.....colour me

 Every moment is mine to claim and I’ll make it

 a little bit of me a bit of them in motion. 

colour me.....colour me

I’m changing colour to blend my way

beneath the surface ‘I am’ lays waiting….

Colour me rainbow again.

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