I see the red withdraw behind the green. On the night sky stars fade into clouds. Blacker than night - colder than blue. I walk the streets in town of vanity. The storm is rising; color my sky. I wait for its rage; eyes wide open. From the town of gray to forests of green. Color of my sky. The storm is rising; color my sky. I stare at its rage; eyes wide open. From the soil of gray to snow of white. From ashes of gray to sun of red. 

Color of my sky.