The human soul is blind
    To any a malevolent heart;
It sees through a hopeful and trusting lens
    Only to be shattered into betrayed shards.

A seemingly respectable honeybee
    Wears a mask to hide
The nasty, stinging, pitch black mud dauber
   That broods on the inside.

The world’s magical colors
    Begin to fade away,
For the true colors were uncloaked at last,
    And all that was left was gray.