Some call me dark and others say light, 

But I'm not one nor am I two, 

I'm not me and you are not you, 

I've made a decision and don't know if it's right, 

But I'm sure my description will not be typed,

 My head is a dark place yet my eyes stay so bright 

My skin it is scared and bruised from the years, 

Yet I will not stand down and writhe in these tears, 

The tone of my skin is the tone of my heart, 

Broken battered and torn apart, 

I've told you my story yet it seem you don't know, 

Come on take a bow it's the end of our show.