Starry Night

Starry, Starry night,
paint your palette blue and grey,
look out on a summer's day,
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
sketch the trees and the daffodils,
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand,
what you tried to say to me,
how you suffered for your sanity,
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now.