written by: Allan Kayiira
She colors up the bright skies with dark cosmic from a furthest beyond.
She conjures up the sun to shine into my foolishly bleeding rains of heart.
paints over rainbows where deserts long to upon the dusks.
have loved her still, just the same.
She curses me when, there is none left to blame.
Into a chasm filled with charm, of things left only upon imaginations blissful;
Where, i left my eyes outside to see things from perspectives anew.
Seeing love in its purest form;
Brutal but Beautiful.
have loved her just the same,
Like a fool.
Like sirens calling out God,
to tell us of reason why,
we’re so wasted under His stars.
Incapable of telling true reality,
searching for meaning,
Taken in by inspirations of her;
enchanted, museful, messy, broken and romantic trysts of cities and continents.
Are we all lost stars,
tied into the shiny skylines of her….,
such Beautiful Earth.