The colours on my hand
Are fading
The orange is blending
With the brown of the skin
I have stepped out and into
The new
What the future holds
I cannot say
I have hope in my eyes
And colour in my heart
But it will never be
the same again.
The colours on my hand
Are fading
The orange is blending
With the brown of the skin
I have stepped out and into
The new
What the future holds
I cannot say
I have hope in my eyes
And colour in my heart
But it will never be
the same again.