The wind was never coming my way but the one time, not expected, it appeared in the play.
Day by day I saw more Color’s, didn’t know it was a feeling that would made me sorrow,
It was so beautiful; the blue and the green, the yellow - pink
like a sunset with red on top and words that were lies, but fit in the plot.
Felling so beautiful, like a sun kissing your cheek or first flower growing on field,
And I think you believed in the Color’s the same I did, but it was too late to say it didn’t mean anything.
Hardest part was that you choose different shade, not having courage to tell straight away
It was mixing with your head and making my fragile soul shed.
You did everything I hoped you wouldn’t do
You took advantage of my good heart and did what’s best for you.
Not caring the wind was black or the storm was behind your back
Hurts so bad to think I wasn’t your wind, now different grays are in my dream.
wind in my hair, in my eyes, on my body, you didn’t mean it, you said sorry.
Nothing was real, and it was just an act,
But the colorful wind is still in my heart