Grey

Look upon the wasteland, you see how grey it is

How bleak and dead it appears in your eyes

Even black and white helds more life than this

That is what you see

What I see is is different and yet the same

I see grey and I see the beauty it helds

A human colour you can't understand and tame

That is what I see

You say it's dead, no life at all

So dull and boring, not worth any of your time

The only thing it does is making you feel small

That is what you feel

If grey is dead, why are humans so alive

To me the human colour is grey and nothing else

It will not change, no matter how we strive

That is what I feel

Grey is dead, not like pink, yellow and red

But they held life, even black helds more life

Grey is a colour that is dead

That is what you know

Grey is life, even in the nakedness of the wasteland

It helds other colours, something it will show

If you take time to see

That is what I know