I used to call the bright colors a lie,
The rainbow’s promise a joke in the sky,
But orange and pink, red, purple and blue—they are true.
Gray is real and it’s strong,
The blackest night can go on,
But there’s honesty and life in every hue and its song.
The rain clouds hang heavy and low in the skies.
Tonight’s stars glow dim in my eyes.
But I still believe in the colors.
I believe in the sunrise.