The Prison Of White
The Prison Of White1 min 368 1 min 368
I draw my courage from saffron,
and devotion from the green.
I am a connoisseur of blue,
and it's forgotten sister who we've barely seen.
Oh, how I wish I was as fierce as red,
or as humble as yellow.
Perhaps I'll always be as lonely as violet,
while struggling to be included as the rainbow.