Once I thought about a day.
Where faith and love had gone away.
And the only thing left was the color gray.
Could I find a reason to live?
If I tried what good could I give?
In a world without hope to keep me strong.
I think of a life where everything's wrong.
If no happiness or joy could be found.
Would the birds all sing a painful sound?
Would little children still laugh and play?
If all of the good in life went away.
And left us without color to brighten up our day.
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