With youth, we see through shades of white,

a pure canvas with which to paint a story

and as we grow, colors mix without us knowing

Soon we strive for personal glories

 

Mistakes are made, loss is unavoidable,

life throws a curveball a time or two

Each person has their own system in use

The word ‘perfection’ is proven untrue

 

Weaving together our faults and our pride,

we see the world through colors we make

Ignoring the obvious signs upon our roads,

for we wish to make our own fate

 

We fight against the norm of past times,

making a breakthrough that always evolves

No longer seeing through black, white and gray

but creating a new spectrum for our resolve