I see the world in color
Through eyes that change like the sea
Reflecting back only what is
Not what can or will be
I see the world in color
But my color is not my race
My humanity does not change
with the color of my face
I see the world in color
But of all the shades I fear none
We are all parts of the light and dark
And the human race is one
I see the world in color
Through eyes that change like the sea
Reflecting back only what is
Not what can or will be
About the Creator
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