Colours of old,
Tried to paint them in a portrait, but do I feel so bold.
Feeling feels so dull and empty,
But I hang on to the joys of all that is this blessing.
So found is peace and love to heal a soul.
And new rebirth for this being to hear a Father's voice out here and there to call.
So give me piece of sound so I can sell a voice just to communicate,
Piece of my mind inside of my brain while I try so hard to competent.
It's so hard to be yourself,
when you stuck playing the roles of someone else.
But I heard one true voice inside my brain,
So I cut through all the shame and cast out all this pain.