Grey
It's the colour of death, depression and sadness
Curled up in a corner, just can't take the madness
Trying to remember, those gone forever
The colour of emptiness, worthlessness, failure
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But it's not just the colour of fears and sorrow
The colour of tears, and no hope for the morrow
It's the colour of the freshness after a gale
The colour of the air that takes away the stale
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It's the colour of breath on a cold winters night
When the sun has not shown her forgiving warm light
The cold and mysterious depths of the ocean
The colour of rain clouds always in motion
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It's the colour of us, not good, yet not evil
Neither joy nor chaos, but right in the middle
Haunting yet calming, the colour of morning mist
The colour of our life, the fact that we exist
