Perspective: Blood rained down from the sky We rejoiced You and I Dancing in the rain, with the pitta patter of feet As music filled the air We flew You and I Weaving patterns through the bleak, grey sky A lone speck of colour in a dark world Wing flapping furiously, only to be beaten down with blood We cried You and I Mourning that loss of something that was never ours, never could be and never was.
Nice... But I'm sure you knew it was good you just needed those extra compliments But it was really good