Red

When all is lost, when all is found
What's spilled upon the ground
When all is high, when all is nigh
What staggers through the night

Of Roaring fights and humble blights
What takes off in a flight
When all you see
When all you feel

Blinds you from the truth
Glows ever high in a lie
Of whispers and half-truths
Of pain and fear and drunken nights

Drowns you in a moment

Then suddenly, a turn
Of heart as pure as the morning sun
Of rotten traits as the setting one

A Mountain high of hopes and pain
Trust you won't forget
When all you see is Red