• Scarf with Hues of Blue


    Every afternoon I sit on the cold and hard concrete
    I sit and search inside my soul, my life feels incomplete
    I beat off all the sorrow with the wind brushing through my hair
    I ponder of tomorrow, hoping for it to be only fair

    I watch as all the cars go by and wonder if their lives are any better
    This stigma that lives in my heart, like an everlasting sweater
    And even though it is sunny out, inside my heart it rains
    It pours inside my beating heart and clogs it with dull stains

    To which then it starts bleeding out and makes my body quiver
    Forcing the sunlight to instead feel cold and make me cry and shiver
    Yearning for the warmth i hear so much about and never really knew
    I reach out to the sky above, in search of freedom in the blue