The sky is painted blue,
The grass is painted green.
Blood is painted red,
Some remains unseen.Throwing rocks,
Very far,
Almost out of view.
Those rocks gave up,
Could not go on,
I really wish they knew.
The world
The sky is painted blue,
The grass is painted green.
Blood is painted red,
Some remains unseen.Throwing rocks,
Very far,
Almost out of view.
Those rocks gave up,
Could not go on,
I really wish they knew.