Tuesday 18 September 2012

shine-ing!

When we first came here, 
We were cold and we were clear,
With no colors on our skin,
We were light and paper thin.

And when we first came here,
We were cold and we were clear,
With no colors on our skin,
Until you let the spectrum in.

Say my name,
And every color illuminates.
We are shine-ing,
And we will never be afraid again.