Belie
The
colors talk to me The
They say different things
They pass right through me
And say what they want
My body encloses
All of these colors
My mind interprets
what they say
Some say good, happy things
Some are dark
It engulfs me
And I lose myself
Inside the colors
Freedom rings
The freedom to do what they will
It must be nice
I would hate to be blind to these colors
Because they open me up
They make me feel
they make me think
Pity to those who are colors blind
Because colors can speak
They speak a world of knowledge
They speak a earth of expression
