I like the way the sky paints itself
With foamy clouds that are white
And the bright blue colour
And a sun that shines bright
I like the way the sky paints itself
With colours like dark black and blue
With grey clouds or sometime none
Just like a broken hearts hue
I like the way the sky paints itself
With red, orange, golden and yellow
With the sun just rising above the horizon
And greeting us all with a big hello
I like the way the sky paints itself
With purple and orange and red
When the moon comes alive slowly
While the sun goes all dead
I like the way the sky paints itself
With colours I’ve never seen before
Shades of blue, red, pink and white
The colours my pallet doesn’t see anymore
The brushes withering lifelessly
The paints sitting all dry on the shelf
But with broken heart I still say
I like the way the sky paints itself.
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