Strange Fruit---No White Clouds



Green grass grows on the ground as I expound above the sound,

look around, now sit down and listen

Dark brown shades drown in the raise of rock,

close your eyes and still see the yellow sun

Feel the earth beneath your feet reaching to meet the sea,

the sky, and I fly higher

Above the ground, beneath the sound that's going

round and round and round and colors flowing down



No white clouds in my blue sky



Gold leaves whisper their dreams to me,

I feel the breeze on my face and I see no trace of confusion

Clarity speaks over the age of race,

dark colors bring light and erase the view of illusion

Visions of hope they haunt my psyche,

tease me, tie me up in a world of white lies

They say freedom is the answer to a question

you don't have to ask and then my hope dies



No white clouds in my blue sky



They have a space that human race creates,

relate to color of greed, but we all bleed the same color

Life flows, bringing the essence of hope

and rebirth to the permanent other

New days fade into gray and decay and then go away

Leaving us searching for the perfect solution

and orange is the color of my revolution



No white clouds in my blue sky