• Love please return to me my sight,
    I just keep dreaming in black and white.
    How do I show true hope, and shine pure light when the day is none but night?
    Or may be it’s just nothing but a mass deception or may I fall victim to a flawed perception?
    Love is supposed to be lively but no sound arises but it lives to be monotone,
    love is supposed to be for everyone but no one receives it, for I am alone.
    I only seem to be looking in all of the wrong places looking into the eyes of all the wrong faces.
    Please return my sight, for these questions are not divine, for they give me no answers but leave me colorblind.
    Please give me the slightest taste of a modest shade of orange because I can take this solemn shade of gray no more.