All the shades are of blue and gray they multiply each day begins with another cry chills everyday skys are gray little holes of blue show and reflect in the window's of gray suffocating my path to breathe my dignity they are the things that I feel betrayed by still and the tall green colour trees feel strong pain from flat gray colour rock on the top of their roots so I must give to these their peace and to myself warmth I seek I know it from my past When the orange winds blow for me warm inside I'll be different colours shine so bright see the orange winds blow for me blossoming so lovely beautiful the highest one of all Now it's gone and I need a new breeze to come along as I woke it was cold inside my head I feel the tension build up in me I must find a new friend in need that will help me breathe a lot more deeper as I walk down the road there's a house I sense its need to be warm, to be wanted and to be free something new, something blue, something old and used on the way to another fire my eyes are so I must give to this its peace and to myself warmth I seek I know it from my past When the orange winds blow for me warm inside I'll be different colours shine so bright see the organe winds blow for me blossoming so lovely beautiful the highest one of all