No White Clouds

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	No White Clouds
	Strange Fruit---No White Clouds
	Green grass grows on the ground as I expound above the sound,
	look around, now sit down and listen
	Dark brown shades drown in the raise of rock,
	close your eyes and still see the yellow sun
	Feel the earth beneath your feet reaching to meet the sea,
	the sky, and I fly higher
	Above the ground, beneath the sound that's going
	round and round and round and colors flowing down
	No white clouds in my blue sky
	Gold leaves whisper their dreams to me,
	I feel the breeze on my face and I see no trace of confusion
	Clarity speaks over the age of race,
	dark colors bring light and erase the view of illusion
	Visions of hope they haunt my psyche,
	tease me, tie me up in a world of white lies
	They say freedom is the answer to a question
	you don't have to ask and then my hope dies
	No white clouds in my blue sky
	They have a space that human race creates,
	relate to color of greed, but we all bleed the same color
	Life flows, bringing the essence of hope
	and rebirth to the permanent other
	New days fade into gray and decay and then go away
	Leaving us searching for the perfect solution
	and orange is the color of my revolution
	No white clouds in my blue sky