The Silver in Me
Silver is more than a color
silver is more than what you see
to me, silver is the color of the shine of the Color Guard pole passing by, almost hitting me in the face
it's what distracts me in class
and what I see when I think of silver
It's the flower alone in the field
and the moon in the sky
Silver is the color of dance
and the color of my laugh
it's the gleam on a new car
and the sparkle in my eye
it's a new day for a new chance
and it's a new start for the last
Silver is the color of my video game controller
and the color of my ink
it's the mystery of my life
and the footsteps behind me
it's the change of a decision
and really close to gray and black
Silver may be just a color to you
but silver is more than a color to me
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