I have no color,
No shade of gray.
The light illuminates the expressions on my face
No brown,green,red, or blue.
Its imagination thats past due.
Ran out of ink that builds the tint
No living color that is capable of being rinsed
From the soul, from the wind, from the clouds above
Our imagination take place for the things our eyes love
The relief that artists feel when they find the right shade
All the others only know that the colors will soon fade
I see nothing of importance when I look into the sea
Only everything that has nothing to do with the colors that I see
It's not that confusing if you keep up with my mind
It's filled with colorless moments that give me insights
On the way I perceive things in this place called home
I have no color, no color is what I own.