We see the world, in black and white,
The entire world is cold and gray.
We don't see the red color of blood, just the fight,
And we think that that's OK.
There are those who see different shades,
Those who make the world go around.
These are the lovely people that never fades,
Because they have their feet planted on the ground.
As we see the world in our black and white,
We live and say our goodbyes,
But maybe we'd find out that they were right,
That the world is colorful if we open our eyes.
