There is the red in her eyes
Her passion as she sprinted for the gold
There is blue in his fingers
His soul when he played sheets of old
There is yellow in her smile
How she can even brighten the sun
There is green in their voice
As they harmonize many as one
There is brown in his feet
Stable roots for his family's needs
There is gray in her mind
What revolutionary invention will she find?
The world is so colorful
With people who make it so bright
But when I try to search for my own color
I find nothing, nothing at all
And I simply fade to white.
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 6:38 AM UTC
There is the red in her eyes
Her passion as she sprinted for the gold
There is blue in his fingers
His soul when he played sheets of old
There is yellow in her smile
How she can even brighten the sun
There is green in their voice
As they harmonize many as one
There is brown in his feet
Stable roots for his family's needs
There is gray in her mind
What revolutionary invention will she find?
The world is so colorful
With people who make it so bright
But when I try to search for my own color
I find nothing, nothing at all
And I simply fade to white.