Every color that we see has a name to you and me.
I said that mans hat was red; you said his hat was green.
I said that woman's scarf was orange; you looked at me with scorn, and sternly said no my love, I told you that color is red.
Laughing loudly; you asked what for.
I pointed at a running squirrel. Giggling I told you I'd never seen that color before; With one stern look my fun had froze, darling that's no squirrel it's a white rose.

Over and Over I told you the colors I saw from prickly leaf, to sunshine warmth.
And Over and Over you corrected my words saying sweetheart those colors aren't apart of this earth.
I would smile and shake my head saying you were right. but in my head that wasn't brown at all.
And so it went, and little by little the world began to dim.
Sunshine warmth turned into yellow, and night abyss to black. And with the transformation of my colors my heart and soul changed too.
But it's okay after all I'm just like you.