Liam Hughes

(25/03/1991 / Bedfordshire, UK)

Colours Glow Of Red And Gold


Colours glow of red and gold.
To diminish darkness, banish cold.
Rising from beneath the ground.
Full of grace and without sound.
Greeted by the birds own song.
But soon the glow will be too strong.
Colours glow of red and gold.
To diminish darkness, banish cold.

Its beauty stuns stops me dead.
It soothes the pain inside my head.
Reflected in the tear of my eye.
The colours beam down from the sky.
It should be seen by all around.
Even within the jailhouse grounds.
Colours glow of red and gold.
To diminish darkness, banish cold.

Submitted: Thursday, July 04, 2013
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2014
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