the color of the clouds at dawn is deceiving
color orange, purplish, pink with grayish tinge
the sun should come in a minute
but the wait is forever as the sun had left
there is silence that dwarfed the once happy village
the air is filled with smoky mirrors shaded in blue
the illusions seemed to have engulfed the true believers
once the colorful lies came through and bare its claws
but in any given moment of our lifetime
God sends relief like a fresh rain falling a mist
cleansing us drop by drop until the clouds cared
to leave the burden of these lies gone and burnt
life is decorated with truth and lies
you measure them with the tip of your hands
those that are heavy are precious gold
and the paperless and the weightless are false...
