You know it isn't true,
The lies you held against him all through.
In the heap of lies his heart rests,
Thank you, for the beautiful mess.
A blank canvas was he, fascinated with colours
Unfamiliar with how messy colours can be.
You painted his life with the chaos of conflict,
Flabbergasted on the misery you can inflict.
But his love for colours never faded;
Peel it off or paint it red, he pleaded.
Life is beautiful with Red, green and blue
Believe in happiness, coz it is true.
