a lightning bolt comes from the clear blue sky

and takes the color from our lives

tears of rainbows stream from our eyes,

and we're left to see in black and white.

and i'm not sure i want to see anything at all.

little by little the little ones whisper

their sound waves to the ground

you liars its not all briars

a rose starts to grow

and i shout

LOVERS,! that's COLOR.