When the blues have faded,
And the greys destroyed
Will the bright yellows
fill my life with immense joy?
When the jet black nights
lead the way,
For the orange sunny morns
Will the hilly greenery rise
piercing through the dawn?
When the red anger drowned face  takes a deep breath
Will a pinkish peace arise
and lead to sorrow's death?
These purple scars must perish
And a white truce may come to life
When the beautiful hazel eyes
Look fulfilingly into the violets of destination that has come into sight.