The Death Of Green

The death of green still shook them all The colours wept along with the fall Whose leaves no longer dropped on paths No longer lined with children’s laughs Black stood proud amongst charred remains The only reds were pure blood stains Of hopes and dreams nightmared to death The blue of lips on a frozen breath There is no clock to tell the time And no bell to sing its chime And why you ask is there no light Who has coloured out the white Hid the yellow behind a screen Silently cheering the death of green I can’t tell you for I don’t know For although I’m here I cannot go I long to walk but have no need I have succumbed to the inner greed No need for colours I took them back I could see the coming black And if you could see what I have seen You’ll do more than mourn the death of green And if you could see what I have seen You’ll do more than mourn the death of green And if you could see what I have seen You’ll do more than mourn the death of green And if you could see what I have seen You’ll do more than mourn the death of green And if you could see what I have seen You’ll do more than mourn the death of green And if you could see what I have seen You’ll do more than mourn the death of green And if you could see what I have seen You’ll do more than mourn the death of green And if you could see what I have seen You’ll do more than mourn the death of green