Color Between The Lines
by Seven Days Of Samsara· from A Reason To Sing
Trace that thought in chalk red velvet one foot from its eye six feet below the line that divides the earth and the sky. Dear angel you've grown horns so sharp theyll stab through your eye and right through all your lines. Darkness is quickly coming in the outlook is constantly sinking. Optimism is a thing of the past. I want it back. dont ever trace that thought... and as all exciting thought becomes a new outline in chalk I will stand up for myself and for this world's mind. you can not leave me behind. You will not leave me behind. Never decline from this process so divine. If you let them censor your thoughts then then control your mind and thats all you've got. For all of the earth's mind. For all of the world is mine.