Blue ribbons, such a nice colour.
Blue ribbons, slam those pots louder.
Everyone is helping in their own way,
Whether it be working or spreading what needed to say.
Thank you, thank you every one.
Thank you for doing what you need to in this time.
Robins egg blue,
Flowing the breeze
Don't know what to do.
Don't know how to take ease.
Fear is what grips everyone.
Fear is what stops people from doing what should be done.
Fear is binds us to each other,
We're all in fear.
Do your part.
Do your part.
Whether it be saving people or sending others art.
Lift your spirits from the ground.
All our loved ones need to hear a sound,
So let's sing for the suffering.
So let's sing for the trying.
So let's sing for the lucky ones safe in their home,
And let's for the people all on their own.
We're not out of woods yet.
We're in deep water.
But I can bet,
That people are still being fighters....
So let's sing for the suffering.
So let's sing for the trying.
So let's sing for the lucky ones safe in their home,
And let's for the people all on their own.
All on their own.
Blue ribbons, such a nice colour.
Blue ribbons, slam those pots those pots louder
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Write My Soul
PoetryThe soul is complicated. It can be so full of emotions, colours, sounds, thoughts, wisps of dreams, and fractures of ideas. ****** Still working on my poetry. I do think it is improving, I hope you see that as the poems go on. Thank you for checkin...
