Blue but grey the rain-filled sky
Blue the salty tear-filled eye
Red the slow and sluggish blood
Drowning in its trickling flood
White the snows that daily start
Like the frozen icy heart
Black the empty silent night
Black the dreams that give such fright
Orange the sun’s weak winter shine
Like life’s cheap and bitter wine
Silver the light we finally meet
The light I cannot wait to greet
Grey the leaden pencil gloom
Scribbling alone here in this room
No colour can describe the pain
Knowing tomorrow it starts again
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