Answer:
Explanation:
The sky is gray.
It is hard to see.
But I remember a day
When it was not this way.
When we were kinder
When we were gentler
Hearts were not filled with hate
Instead our love was an open gate
When did we stop loving each other?
When did the color begin to matter?
When did we enjoy world happiness
And not despise such against the latter
"Free at Last!"
"Free at Last!"
Let's keep that thought always current
And not a ghost of the past
