Unused colors

Split this light into a thousand memories,

in different wavelengths of forgotten sound.

So that, in the end, she gets the chance to hear

what this heart is all about.

The world threw her a palette of burdens.

Pain and poverty stole the colors from her.

It is but a shame on me I didn't even hold her hand

when she's cared so much

she's done so much.

Forgive me if I am so scared of the dark

that i forgot to use my own colors;

Thought it was utterly useless just to try

and be there.

I never planned to lose you this way.

I never planned to lose you this way.

So split this light into thousand memories,

in different wavelengths of forgotten sound.

So that in the end, I'll remember you

and never again keep

a soul full of unused colors.

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In memory of aunt libeth. Now, you'll rediscover the colors in heaven.