If the world were simply black and white
Our skin would divide you and I
And obediently we would take our place
Face to face across the board we'd be
Behind kings and queens of material man made

I guess the world, despite it being full of color and life
Still allows space to imagine that monochromatic daydream
And our feet, being fixed firmly to the earth beneath
Are unable to escape the clutches of the worlds slumber

So, I sometimes do see your color fade
When memory brings mortalises your image in mind
But I turn always before you march across the board
And I remain on earth as you are handed your weapon
You're still my brother, you're still a friend, and you stay my light