Besedila: Conner Youngblood. Color Blind (I swear).

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My eyes hatched into the bright
The birds chirp and the trees swing lightly
In the whirl of wind circling my head

I look around but it don?t seem right
The bird songs and bees and trees just might be
False images of my mind mislead

And I swear that the blue stain on my t-shirt is just fine
And I swear that the grey scar on my black face is not mine
And I swear that my rheumy eyes of blur and utter-doubt will clear in time
I?m not going blind

I?m not color blind

Wind fades the trees all disappear
Pale birds soar east into the clearing
Of a sky lit in shades of bright green and red

Now colors start pouring out my ear
Just like my sight there goes my hearing
Soon I?ll be deaf not blind or just both instead

And I swear that the blue stain on my t-shirt is just fine
And I swear that the grey scar on my black face is not mine
And I swear that my rheumy eyes of blur and utter-doubt will clear in time

I?m not going blind

I?m not color blind