Red

The screams the yelling the fights the fears,

Wanting needing crying feeling,

Why this why that why now not then,

If fate and destiny feel like a game,

I stand I sit and lean on the quick,

The lack the plenty the cream of the pit,

Tis clear its red its fast and it'll take part,

So duck the pit and unlearn with wit,

This day is mad but I'm madder with my will,

Now red yes red let's begin anew again.