Paint the World

I'm a bit nauseated right now. This is to show what happens if I don't take my medicine. I have to take my meds in order to control my acid reflex and nausea. I'll start tomorrow. Anyways, I had to sing a song in Literature today with my band. This song is basically about living in a gray world, with teen suicide, child abuse, death, etc. and we're trying to paint the world and make it colorful. People really liked the song and they said it was really catchy and ended up getting it stuck in their heads. I'm not going to do a video to show you the song, I'll just show you the poem. I hope you like it.

Paint the World


Everyday
I see gray
Every night
I see black
Every morning
I see white
It's all a gray scale

Everyday someone leaves;
the world draws dark.
Every hour, a mark appears, and no one remarks.
Every second, a tear falls, and the gunshot ends their day.
I grabbed my paintbrush, and prayed.

Paint the world; make it bright.
The Earth will twirl and we'll climb the heights.
Save the people, help the race.
Paint the world and we'll all say 'grace.'
Drop that knife; drop that gun, you don't need advice from anyone.
Grab your brush, and a piece of paper.
Paint your world; your picture is done.

People look away, when I pass by.
They started blasting their slants, but I turn the blind eye.
Once I got back home, I grabbed the knife.
Steel to flesh, eye to eye.
My blood was rushing, and my hands were sweating.
But, I dropped the knife and grabbed the paintbrush.

Paint the world; make it bright.
The Earth will twirl and we'll climb the heights.
Save the people, help the race.
Paint the world and we'll all say 'grace.'
Drop that knife; drop that gun, you don't need advice from anyone.
Grab your brush, and a piece of paper.
Paint your world; your picture is done.

Tell me what is there living in a world so gray.
Tell me what is there for feeling so alone.
There are no more colors and I feel sad everyday.
I just want to paint my feelings and show the world today.

I finally see the colors; the flowers start to bloom.
Everything around me starts to take up color too.
At last he heard my prayer, and I look up to the sky.
Thank you God, with all my heart, my soul has been colorified.

Paint the world; make it bright.
The Earth will twirl and we'll climb the heights.
Save the people, help the race.
Paint the world and we'll all say 'grace.'
Drop that knife; drop that gun, you don't need advice from anyone.
Grab your brush, and a piece of paper.
Paint your world; your picture is done.

Paint your world; make it bright.
The Earth is yours, so you'll climb the heights.
Help yourself, and help the day.
Paint your world; it's finally your way!