The Color of Pain
If there was a shade for pain
I think it might be the color of rain
Perhaps it would be called morose gray
Or the color of sky where tornados play
Or even the color of a large black hole
Sucking the light from our very soul
We’ve all had our share in this cosmic race
Like galaxies scattered in outer space
A shade of blood red whenever it’s shed
Whispering secrets from those that are dead
Something like exsanguinated red stain
Yeah, that might be the color of pain
Sitting in your room of heartbreak and loss
Walls closing in are painted flat or gloss
Through salty tears the color becomes plain
Tell me, what color is the color of your pain