I have bled in all the colors,
Black disaster, glory green,
Red ribbons on the church doors,
Yellow ribbons on the trees,
and Blue ribbons for the winners,
few and far between.
I have bled the same for ages,
petty highs when life was sweet,
orange shirts to mark the abject,
violet bruises on their cheeks.
One white sheet to lay your head on,
rescue comes in sleep.