Black

Black is the color you wear at funerals
When a piece of life is dying
A thousand eyes stare at an end
And everyone is crying

Black is the color of the night
That holds you every time you cry
Darkness catching every tear
From every last goodbye

Black is the color of those pesky crows
That linger on your heart
Their tormenting screams and painful pecks
Only help perfect your art

Black is the color of an angel's wings
That have fallen to the ground
Breathing life into the carcasses
Of dreams you had that drowned

Black is the color of your eyes sometimes
But in my soul I hold this pen
To write away your tears and sorrow
And make them bright again

But finally, black is the color you wear when you walk up on that stage
And stick your middle finger to the world
As I smile from the crowd, thinking
You go get 'em girl