Grey World
Tell me the would isn't grey.
That all dogs go to heaven and dream catchers keep the monsters away.
Show me how a war polluted town can wash away the blood,
whose misty water create rainbows that will forever be chased;
like the hope that every child has when talking about who they want to be when they grow up.
Lend me a hand because I've lost my way
The earth is shaking; my heart is breaking.
Give me a world full of color and curiosity.
Where the morning sun shines bright in the eyes of everyone
Tell me the world isn't grey.
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