I'd rather see beauty in the flaws on the faces
than have it all washed away
washed away in the rain
People are colors, not shades of grey,
but colors combine to make grey anyway.
So I’d rather see beauty in the contrasting faces
Than have the lines blurred by a rule that’s unheard

If we could be free from altering our nations
then we'd free ourselves from pointless altercations,
blending colors and breaking structure,
before the lightning
comes the thunder