Sometimes it seems that
The sun can be shining and it is still grey
Other than the coffee that is not going to taste sweet
Letting myself show a feeling is
Every bit as unwanted as
Never receiving a birthday gift again
Deprived of the chance to tell
Everyone who needs to hear your voice
Something that could make them feel better
Is now going to be gone forever
Red will never mean a valentine after this
Each slow song will have
Some twinge of loss and doubt and regret
Hate has caused a sick mind to
End the true energies of too many good souls
Rise up and show your face and unleash your voice
Every person knows that we have to make a change