I saw you.
Not the color of your skin.
It just wasn't that important.

I saw you.
Not the color of your eyes.
It was easy to see them shine.

You coming into my life.
Was my winning prize.

They saw you.
Plus the color of your skin.
And never once tried to pretend.

They saw you.
And instantly tried to judge.
Least that's what I heard.

I saw you.
And the message in your heart.
Which magnified your love.

Things people should see.
They refuses to recognize.
Like your kindness deep inside.

We hear all the regets.
When things are pointed out to them.
And that's when the blame begins.

Except, I saw you.
And the person that you are.
And your race never played a part.