I see life in color,
While life for you is so much duller.
Flowers in my eyes are a pretty pink,
But blossoms to you drip black ink.
Rain to me makes me smile,
But you'd rather stay inside for a while.
Maybe I'm here to make your world golden,
Or you're here to make me feel olden.
Either way, you belong with me,
Maybe one day, you can see.