In one small place I see,
so many colors 'round me.
I stand up, and there are more.
So many colors inside me,
but many more that I don't see.
This world has been so kind to me,
In one small place I see...
Inside a room of old guitars,
lays a frame full of colors.
I stand up and there are more.
They're swirling around me.
In one small place I see,
so many colors 'round me.
I stand up, and there are more,
streaked across this old wood door.
Outside the room of old guitars,
is a wall scratched with colors,
writings on it scream...
"this worlds been so ugly"
But of the things I see,
this worlds been good to me.
(The concept is of being sheltered)
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