Let The Colors Go
Never understood
No she never has
Not like them
Maybe a different plan
Stuck in a bubble
Suffocating and falling
Her hands clamy
Her knees weak
Why don't they let her
Let her live
She is something beautiful
But a puppy in a cage
Seeing her dreams pass
Tears drop
Is this the end
Maybe a way
There is a way out
No more gray
Brightness is coming
Where though?
Its her
Colors coming forth
There it has been
Trapped inside her
All along
All she will ever need
Is to believe in herself
Let the colors go.
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