The summer wind in perfect
The flowers are pink
and merry
The grey asphalt reflects the warm golden sun
Flapping in joy
Pretty butterflies swarm the road-ed sky !
Red, fast and reckless
Hurrying away to a faraway land
The car speeds on !
As the two worlds collide
The butterflies dive
The wind shield shatters
As traces of colour and death are left behind
The driver hums a tune
And the music plays on
Tell me Oh Lord
I may wash away the blood and colour!
But can You ever wash away the sin ?
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