Tom Flannery Crayons And Paper
Helicopters in the skymounted guns and mother's cry
if this is war please tell me why
we're the only ones allowed to die
give me crayons and paper
I'll draw what I see
if I close my eyes
can you still see me?
Again we all scatter at night
in daylight hope to reunite
the prayers I do recite
maybe we should all re-write
give me crayons and paper
and let me rest my head
then I'll draw you pictures
where nobody is dead
shades of color
shades of gray
the birds fly in
but they don't stay
the blood in red
the guns in black
can't draw the screams
you should know that...by now
If I could draw you my eyes
so you could see from the inside
all the colors would collide
can you say you really tried?
give me crayons and paper
and when my trembling hand
stops all it's shaking
I'll draw you my land
shades of color
shades of gray
the birds fly in
but they don't stay
the blood in red
the guns in black
can't draw the screams
you should know that...by now
give me crayons and paper
I'll draw what I see
if I close my eyes
can you still see me?