Gray, the color of the barren sky
Gray, the flashlight of the moody heavens
Gray was my soul that fateful day, and,
Gray my heart till you filled it with light,
I sat alone, in the deserted bench,
Too moody to smile, too tired to be happy,
The world was a terrible place,
Or so my disillusioned mind told me,
Then you came along, O angel of my life,
Shining oh so bright, bringing life and light,
Brightening the gray morning with color,
O gazelle of the dull morning,
You skipped along, full of life,
Not a care in the world, not a stray heed,
To the world and its ghastly ways,
I was taken off my feet,
Awoken from my long gray slumber,
How can someone be so free,
So calm, so full of life?
I remained rooted to the spot,
Unable to look away, Unable to move,
Who was this brave new angel of light?
With a slow mischief in her eyes,
Flashing the sword of life,
Repelling the gray from the world and,
From my disillusioned life.
You smiled at me as you passed,
And then to me returned, my deserted twinkle,
After all I had found beauty,
In a gray gray world.