Each and every soul
Has a different colour,
One is blue, one is black
One is white, the other dark
And yet, in some freaky funny way
We are the same.
We all laugh, we all say
What a lovely, ugly day.
But when something just goes bad
And there is no one around
I might need some wings to be courageous
In a world that’s so outrageous
And where people seem to stare
Every day and everywhere,
Sending you some messages
You are simply afraid to tell.
So yes, each soul has its colour
But there are too many people
And not so many colours
That makes you wonder
“Why do I always feel like I am surrounded?
In how many pieces is my soul divided?”
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