The world is a cold place
When everyone sees things in black and white
The colors
They haven’t a chance to blend
They don’t see things
As they were when we began
but things change
and we rearange
so why shouldnt the colors in the world
have a chance to shade
the world is a cold place
when everyone sees things as they were
nothing as is
nothing as it is today
the world is a cold place
when everyone does things their own way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem