Monocromia

I've always heard that for the day to be beautiful
It has to be sunny
That there's nothing to see
When it dawns cloudy
That it's sad, it's depressing, it's lazy

But there are things in our lives
That are only understood when the weather turns
There are poems that live hidden
In a contained cry, in the lack of air

Oh, let it
Let the gray day come
Among verses of mist
From the patches
Healing for those who cry

The few colors in the sky will remind you of what matters
In the wrinkles of your face, the beauty of the soul
Much more than what is seen is to have in your hands
A way to move on in peace and soon
All melancholy to be dressed in glory

I've always heard that for the day to be beautiful
It has to be sunny
That there's nothing to see
When it dawns cloudy
That it's sad, it's depressing, it's lazy

But there are things in our lives
That are only understood when the weather turns
There are poems that live hidden
In a contained cry, in the lack of air

Oh, let it
Let the gray day come
Among verses of mist
From the patches
Healing for those who cry

The few colors in the sky will remind you of what matters
In the wrinkles of your face, the beauty of the soul
Much more than what is seen is to have in your hands
A way to move on in peace and soon
All melancholy to be dressed in glory

The few colors in the sky will remind you of what matters
In the wrinkles of your face, the beauty of the soul
Much more than what is seen is to have in your hands
A way to move on in peace and soon
All monochrome to be dressed in glory