Tell me,
when does red become pink
or as night becomes day
how anger becomes sorrow
that takes my faith away.
Tell me,  
why the world has color
for it has no need
because what you see is black and white
as shades of pain mislead
Tell me,
how the sky is blue
and why the oceans match
as if they were lovers
that never got attached
Tell me,
what the birds are singing
as if you hear it too  
I want to know their song  
so I can sing to you  
Tell me,
what is above
and not just the sun
but the light of hope
to put down the gun.