Plain and white as i assume my life
Without the crayons to brighten it's meaning
Red for the blood that cut by the knife
So the demons can taste the dripping
Blue as the ocean whose calm and gentle
But sometimes can be deceiving,
And yellow as the sun who's far from our reach
But, we still receive its gentle warm feelings
For those who greed and crave to take all
Will burn along with the ashes until there's nothing.
