Rest in peace

A pale blue sky was painted with a bright yellow light and birds flying high

It was a beautiful day with a summer breeze that made you feel high

There were cars passing by, and a beautiful soul just going by

Walking down the same path to do the same task

Everyday was the same but it was his hours that were his only

He owned the lungs that he breathed 

And the heart that he beats in the same rhythm of his feet

He painted the blue sky with graffiti

And although some might not call it art and not think it's worthy

The sky was his, as the world that gave him life would've agreed

And although the path that he chose to walk on

Seemed so hard and heavy 

He made his life his own, and for that he succeeded

The sky was black against his will 

It owns the night, that crazy little thing called life

It doesn't let you take time to think about the dark

Or where you will go once it's all empty

It was an ugly cold day

The floor was wet as it rained all day 

The sky turned grey

And the clouds moved around anxiously waiting for a few drops to fall down

There was the sound of the subway and cars passing by

Like a big ball of chaos and aching pain irritating your ears

A beautiful soul woke up with this horrifying sight 

And thought : what a great day to do the same task

His heart was his alone, dancing in the cold breeze, his footsteps following the same rhythm

Until the rain washed away his graffiti 

And the heart that was his, lost all its yellow light

Just like that, just like the weather 

Coming and going

And never to be seen again