Cigarettes turn your blood Lilac.
Would you care?
If maybe, for once,
When the smoke fades,
The face you see
Isn’t one with a smile?
Would you care?
If maybe, for once,
When the smoke fades,
The face you see
Isn’t one with a smile?
What if the eyes are darker than my skin?
What if the brows are thicker than my soul?
What if the shawl drawn on my shoulders,
Tell you a story of cinder and smoke?
What if the shawl drawn on my shoulders,
Tell you a story of cinder and smoke?
Would you; for once,
Colour me Red?
