• When the sky is grey
    and your soul is blue,

    And you're searching for someone to help you.
    To raise your spirits up to the pink,

    out of despiar, you hope you'll never sink.
    Running through fields of green,

    looking to be found, to be seen.
    With clouds of white,

    the morning's clear, you'll never be out of sight.
    It's beaming on your skin, the sun of yellow,

    waiting for someone to find you and say "Hello".
    Fingering the roses bright, beautiful, and red,

    waiting for someone else's beautiful words to be said.
    The sun set, the moon out in the nightly purple,

    looking for an end to it all.
    Losing your mind searching for something in the dark of black,

    It's an endless circle with no way back.
    You clse your eyes: in your own world, there is no color.