Painted Grey

Every time I try to make things right, Something breaks or slips from sight. I hold on tight, but still it’s gone — Just like the end of a breakup song. Deadlines chase me through the night, Redemption’s path fades out of light. I try to lift the weight I bear, But it gets heavier in the midnight air. I hope one day the world will see The guilt I carry silently. I hold it close, I hold it tight, Hoping someone sees my fight. My mind is tired, my soul worn thin, While I take blame for others’ sin. The world, it played a cunning part — Painting grey in black and white art.