Tell me the would isn't grey.

That all dogs go to heaven and dream catchers keep the monsters away.

Show me how a war polluted town can wash away the blood,

whose misty water create rainbows that will forever be chased;

like the hope that every child has when talking about who they want to be when they grow up.

Lend me a hand because I've lost my way

The earth is shaking; my heart is breaking.

Give me a world full of color and curiosity.

Where the morning sun shines bright in the eyes of everyone

Tell me the world isn't grey.