I have no color, 

No shade of gray.

The light illuminates the expressions on my face

No brown,green,red, or blue.

Its imagination thats past due.

Ran out of ink that builds the tint

No living color that is capable of being rinsed

From the soul, from the wind, from the clouds above

Our imagination take place for the things our eyes love

The relief that artists feel when they find the right shade

All the others only know that the colors will soon fade

I see nothing of importance when I look into the sea

Only everything that has nothing to do with the colors that I see

It's not that confusing if you keep up with my mind

It's filled with colorless moments that give me insights

On the way I perceive things in this place called home

I have no color, no color is what I own.