Grey-My colour of hope
Skies get grey I pray
Man grew old with the grey
little lad Barely smiled cause he was fray
But these tints of ash, always brought its gay
My colour of hope
The sliver lining within my throes
I get lost in the thick of the night
the moon’s grey always helps me find my way
Between the dark and the light
Within the black and the white
I sit comforted in grey
That shades the bridge of life’s despair
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