Crimson's painful rain

Just as the winds blow and we all breathe air 
Can the pain of one, infect a whole community 
Like a disease of melancholy and sadness 

And see red painted on all roads and houses, walls and roofs 
Like rain of blood poured into rivers and on people too 
To make dead all the fishes that swim 

Can the hurt of one, the cut  
Bring to the brink and see the departing of lovers 
With bouquet discarded without care 

And the spirit of love to run fast  
Faster on chariot to escape cupid 
And have the soul fall in oblivion from lack of feed 

Can crimson be darker than black 
And have black be the corner stone 
That stands guard between pain and greenery 

Yet if the sun would shine bright yellow on us 
And the pink cousin of red would dilute the intensity of cuts 
Like anointment on an angel's head in a circular glow  

The rage and destruction of crimsons pain would quell 
And we would replant what seeds, were kept safe in blue box 
To have a future to come back to, if we are lucky