It’s the heart of the ocean
It’s a cold icey on a warm summer day
And the smell of wet rain
It’s the sparkle of a pool
It’s a sad somber feeling you get when you’re alone
It’s the rain plop-plopping on the roof like a jazzy tune
It’s the orchestra sound on their ending note
It’s the taste of cold water I’m sharing with you
It’s the sound of birds singing a good morning beat
It’s a compressed jar just waiting to pop
It’s the feeling of hope, and disappointment,
and a pinch of glory to spread around
Everyone has blue