Growing Up

Only the faint colors in my closet can represent my outer appearance The soul and heart I put into everything has no shade Black and white are only applicable in this gory blood shed of life There's no chance to see anything but the realistic nightmares that haunt all Only through children's eyes can we differentiate between tints Their young and noble eyes can imagine while seeing the ruthless truth Back in their state of mind is what the world really is There can be no change from turning black and white into color