When all I see is red,
It becomes a haunting spell.
It takes my powers away.
In tones of anger, destroys the rays

When all I see is blue,
It becomes a torrid zone.
It takes my soul away
In tones filled with gloom, freezing my heart again.

When all I see is black,
It becomes a devastating reality check.
It shatters the hopes I held
Make things a morose sell.

But there are some good times,
Not few, and a lot more bright.
When all I see is yellow,
Painting my heart in halo.
And I start to see the shine.
of what once looked, like a dull find.


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