With Hatred, I want to.
With Blindness, It becomes you.
With Sorrow, Every single night.
Without Peace, Keeping you from the Light.
With Anger, To fence you in.
With Abuse, So you'll never win.
Do you like the colors that you see?
I can only 'Color Your World' with what's within me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem