The Blend
(Benjamin Schmid)
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When we´re born
Our skin is red
It´s the one departure
Which all of us had
When we are young
Our mind´s still white
Trying to figure out the world
With our eyes opened wide
And then we always figure out
That everyone must shout
Variety, it is our strength
It gets us to move on at length
When we grow up
our eyes get red
Going through the hardest fights
We´ve ever had
When we grow old
Our blood turns black
At last we get to feel it coming
Then we just wanna turn it back
And perhaps then you gathered
Enough wisdom to say
That black and white always
Build up images of gray