Black Day
I see a line of cars
And they're all painted black
With flowers and my love
Both never to come back
I've seen people turn their heads
And quickly look away
Like a newborn baby
It just happens everyday
Paint It Black by The Stones
Black Day
My love and I shared
blue skies, green grass
red sunsets and white sands.
Our rosy future was before us,
she and I had much to live for
and we lived each day in joy.
One day she departed and
our future is gone.
I have nothing to live for.
Every day is black.
Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2025
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