The Life Of A Stained Glass Window
The life of a stained glass window,
Is a life boring and dull,
You take in rays of sunlight,
And breathe out the colours that swell.
The life of a stained glass window,
Oh so boring, oh so dull,
You give light to others,
And shoo away your own,
While they see the world in colours,
Your sight you loaned.
Colourblind by choice,
You live in a monochromatic world,
Your wants and needs,
Have all been sold.
Discount, free sale?
Anything for you!
For how a stained glass window feels,
Is anything but true.
I paint and handcraft rainbows,
To shine along churches and stores,
But if my hand grows tired?
Who cares if they're sore!
The life of a stained glass window,
Is a life boring and dull,
This stained glass window,
Hates to endow!
Curse the rainbows they'll miss so well,
Now that their world is dim and dull,
This stained glass window thinks they should go to hell!
The pretty colours adorning a pedestal,
The shards that make streets glow,
I should all let it go!
This stained glass window,
Paints the world in black and white,
And this stained glass window,
Is no longer right.
The life of a stained glass window,
Oh so boring, oh so dull,
Who wants a stained glass window,
With no pretty colours? Well...
No one.
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