I woke up,
and the world was black and white.
The trees instead of a lively green,
are left a lonely gray.
The sky, once blue, is now
a broken black.
There, cold,
Heartless,
way made the color fade.
I woke up, and all i saw
were broken blacks,
and lonely grays.
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Tis hope that keeps us alive. Tis faith that sees us through. Tis love that is our reality(: