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Grey
This or that, I had a choice,
To make in silence, not a noise.
Take your pick, this or that,
And often this was only that.
I don't need your black and white,
It's not all logic or even right.
I can take a rainy grey,
As long as things don't stay the same.
I'll be moving to find colour,
Something open and a lot less duller.
I'll be seeking sun and rain,
To find my rainbow in the pain.
Always tired and in your head,
In the street or in the bed.
Never seeing below the ground,
Never have my roots been found.
All this nature where love was born,
Needed nurture and a home.
Working hard to grow my fruit,
To have them sold to store your loot.
Let me go and plant my seed,
I don't know what came over me.
I made seasons 4 years long,
And you had never heard the song.
Take good care, enjoy your choice,
I wish you sound within your voice.
Black and white, I loved our time,
But there's no colour in this rhyme.
© Natasha Desai
To make in silence, not a noise.
Take your pick, this or that,
And often this was only that.
I don't need your black and white,
It's not all logic or even right.
I can take a rainy grey,
As long as things don't stay the same.
I'll be moving to find colour,
Something open and a lot less duller.
I'll be seeking sun and rain,
To find my rainbow in the pain.
Always tired and in your head,
In the street or in the bed.
Never seeing below the ground,
Never have my roots been found.
All this nature where love was born,
Needed nurture and a home.
Working hard to grow my fruit,
To have them sold to store your loot.
Let me go and plant my seed,
I don't know what came over me.
I made seasons 4 years long,
And you had never heard the song.
Take good care, enjoy your choice,
I wish you sound within your voice.
Black and white, I loved our time,
But there's no colour in this rhyme.
© Natasha Desai
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