* How Do I Tell You?
to creation that is color - the color of the soul
It does not matter you do not see
The color itself as born to be
Here the spirit stands so tall
Will lift to heal if e'er you fall
But how do I so tell you that
Color in shades of feel you trust
Of that merged twinge of sorrowed rust
Can bring appeal it's then a must
If colors then could make my days
Drop the sign that lacks gods ways
He meant accept not rant and rut
But how do I just tell you that?