colors are a canvas of which she could never see
her eyes subject to only grey and dull monotony
better to be blind than see one shade and not them all
better than the rest to grieve instead to take the fall
so with a paintbrush in her hand and a gun to face her head
she smiled as she felt the paint and took the fall for dead
left now on grey rocks in a grey sea few dare ever go
her eyes can see now color wonders you will never know