Maybe the sun is all I need and the greenest grass will soothe the mass of pain I tend to feed Bright blue skies, fluffy clouds, and pools of water blue they strengthen me, momentarily, filling me with a warm hue I feel romantic, though I’m not the best with my emotions I feel hysterical, to know a miracle like Earth can receive my devotion Maybe life is all I need and community will soothe the mass of pain I tend to feed