Color of Blue

We come, skin tinted the color of frost,
Color of cold, color of blue.
They shout, carrying words with the wind, preaching,
"People are equal," but people are lost.

Little lies, the size of snowflakes drift,
Landing on hopes, landing on dreams.
Our hearts, with winter's tears touching it, freeze,
Numbing it until the blood turns blue.

For some, the cold beats them down,
Chilling their warmth, chilling their light.
Their blood, turning into blue ice shatters,
Finally cracking under the pressure.

We're told, with wide expecting eyes,
Reach for better, reach for perfection.
Blue blood, polluting our minds with every expectation,
Only beating for the lies we believe.

We travel, lost in a world of people,
Searching for worship, searching for praise.
The sun, blazing truth on our perma-frosted bodies,
Attempts to make blood the color of love once more.