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