Wallace

Misty Blue.

The morning dew coloured misty blue.

The morning air my throat does tear.

All around birds sing a dirge.

All around sadness does emerge.

My green eyes cry.

My heart does sigh.

Left all alone.

Left chilled to the bone.

Once a man who would help if he can.

Once a being who a happy future was seeing.

Now the morning dew is blue over you.

Now the morning air my throat does tear, and for life i no longer care.