There is no such thing as black or white
We are caged in the center of it all
Our hearts and minds waging a war
In between our parent's barking
Asking which one we love more
We are expected to act like adults
But we get treated like children
Our heart's dreaming dreams that reality cannot sustain
Our souls begging to live forever
In a world full of the unknown
We want answers to unquestionable questions
We want to believe in the beauty of life
So we try and chose the right path
But there are no two paths
They collide and intertwine
Much like the beauty of the rose
Our paths are gray
They will be filled with great despair and love
Tears and cheers
Gray is the new paradox
For our thoughts creep into our hearts
And our hearts creep into our thoughts.