A million shades of green mark the brush strokes of our youth,
Blending with all shades of gray as life yields bits of truth.
Growing up the red-gold dawn makes plain a widening sky.
And we soar with bright strong wings
up high, toward pure white clouds
The colors of our world flow in and wash across our hearts,
Renewing faith weíll rise above the storms and rocky starts.
And then one day we just look up to see the skyís turned blue:
At times pale as our faded jeans, yet too deep to sail through.
This color penetrates our souls; we donít feel its effect
ĎTil we wake to find weíre
bruised in places weíd failed to protect.
So we panic and build walls just to shut the darkness out.
Fending off the blues becomes what life is all about.
Then we add another color to confuse our once clear scheme:
The yellow of our fears paralyzes
So we walk through still more pain that we never should have faced.
And too many of us die in that dull, lusterless state.
Or glimpse again the red-gold dawn
Long after itís too late...
At times we hear a voice, but do we let it have its say?
It tells us love is real, that it can
wash the fear away.
What to do? What to do? Chance a trade, for loveís shade,
To surrender so much blue?
I donít know. I donít know. Which way? Should I stay?
I donít know. Maybe so. Here I
Let it in. Let it in.
Give me back the green.
Let my life begin.
Blend it with the gray
And the red-gold dawn.
Iíll even take my chance
With a bit of blue, but gone
Are the yellow and the black,
And the terrifying lack
Of the technicolor dreams
That remind me what life means.
Iíll embrace the red of danger
And the purple of your love,
And Iíll give you all of me
ĎCause you fit just like a glove.
Together we will blend
Into one eclectic pallet,
With a passion so white-hot,
Even death could not corral it.