as we sit and talk
as we stand and walk
we live a life
we live a strife 
a time
a journey
a rhyme
every moment in a day
each moment that is gray
we watch and we wait 
we wait for our date
the time when we leave this 
the time, the end, the bliss
some go before
some go after 
can not come any slower
and doesnt get any faster
the moments that we miss
we miss because we resist
we resist the chance 
we resist the moment
to take a breathe 
pause
take that moment
not everything is gray
not everything is wrong
not everything is right
but who are we to deny
someone a new sight
hold my hand
walk with me a little
let me show you what i see
let me see what you see
fascinated 
insightful
intrigued
delightful
when it becomes the time
when we run out of rhyme
whether before or after
lets both remember the laughter
our tears
our memories 
our fears
our loves
our lives
our passions 
our strifes
our times 
our skies
we have seen
with our eyes
not all are gray 
not all were that way
there were pinks 
there were yellows 
there were purples
and of course blues
but grays werent so bad
just part of what we knew
they took us this distances
they took us this far
the colors that we see
make us who we are