Must the world be so blue?
Must there always be so much to do?
Such busy, busy lives.
We need to take it slowly.
We need to see the leaves grow.
and watch the flowers die.
To remember that magical spot by the clover
where someone's hand held your hand
in September,before a rainfall
the perfect timeto be in love
It's such a blue, blue world
I want to live my life free.
Free from the burden of tragedy,
from the hate and hurt that surrounds us all
It's such a blue, blue world
I long to live a day without sorrow.
I long to live a day in a world cast not in blue
but in the clolour of my choice.