19. Gray

Rains pitter patter never stray,
when my sky she is so gray.
When the matter never play.
For black and white have gone away.
Now there is oh but a blend.
When the sky shall never end.
and my gray it will not stray.
Till pitter patter goes away.
Gray is the mix that we all need.
For the difference need no heed.
And the moon will end in day.
Alas no sun just gray today.
Sand will burn the single grain.
For which we bared oh too much pain.
When in the end theres only rain.
To pitter patter through whats slain.
And when the sky, she sucks you in.
And nevermore she grows so thin.
And when that sky she is so gray.
The difference burns life all away.
But nevermore will pitter play.
To pipers tunes of hollow gray.