Colors

I used to see the world
In shades of black and gray.
I lived life in a bore,
Kept going day by day.

I heard of all the colors
That everyone could see.
I asked God all the time,
“When will the colors come to me?”

And then you come
And suddenly

I can see all the colors.
They fill up the air.
They’re in the sun and trees,
The moonlight and your hair.

And now I ask myself
How lucky can I be
To have this world of color
Open to me?

I was far too happy.
But what I couldn’t comprehend:
Why did joy have to die?
Why did colors have to end?

“What colors can you see?”
I asked you on that day.
“What do you mean?” you said,
“I can only see in gray.”

My heart, it breaks.
And suddenly

I could see all the colors.
They filled up the air.
They were in the sun and trees,
The moonlight and your hair.

And now I cry everyday.
My world fades to black.
Oh what would I give
To have those colors back?