If there was a quest for the saddest shade,
I'll gladly give the address of my place,
Never-fading dull and gray;

But Gray,
with a little effort
would give-away the key to a divine delight;
That you hadn't known was always there in white;
The white that was tactfully jeopardized;

If you know gray,
then you know the scent of first rain,
Nostalgic yet refreshing.
If you know a jeopardized white,
you know sadness in disguise
Just like the way you smile
with your stabbed bleeding heart;