Once upon a time I was tranquil,
my world was dyed in black and white,
anything banded to my whim or will,
and nothing has questioned my might.

Untill.. she came, with her brush of rainbow,
coloring my grey area with tulips I've never seen,
in the speed of a shot arrow
and my world would never be as it's been.

Clarity is beyond my grasp of hand
every time I gaze at her bursts a flame within
a flame so fierce it makes glass out of sand
my soul furnace is this burn
my thought digesting my aspects rippin'

Not a day passes without a tear shed
how shall I overcome my sorrow?
more agonizing than all the times I've bled
all I can do is dream, and hope for a better tomorrow.