Starry, starry night
Paint your pallet blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul…
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose – lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity, and how you tried to set them free
They would not listen – they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will #Don McLean