Brilliant poet and musician. I will always hold Trish's music and close to my heart. All the good ones go too soon. It's as though they see too much, know too much. They're a catalyst of life.
I am grey, still on the page
Oh colour me in
Just an outline, sketchy but fine
Oh colour me in
If green is chasing the hills over miles
If blue is pursuing the sky
If the red of your heart doesn't mind
Where to begin to colour me in
Something new and nothing to do
I'm just the idea
I must be real cause somehow I feel
That I'm just the idea
Let's share the blue of the towering sky
The green of the hills that run by
Leave the red of your heart to decide
If you cannot choose which colour to use
I'll always wait, it's never too late
To colour me in
To colour me in
Today or next year
I'll always be near
if you want to colour me in
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