Once, the world was painted bright
Each hue a flame, each shade alight
The skies wore blues, the grass wore green
In every corner, life was seen
But slowly, softly, color drained
Like summer’s warmth before it rained
The vibrant reds began to fade
And joy, once bright, in shadows laid
The sun that shone with golden fire
Grew distant, cold—its spark grew tired
The earth, once rich, in vibrant blooms
Now whispered through the hollow rooms
Each step I take, the gray persists
A fog of doubt, a tightening fist
The flowers droop, the trees stand still
As if the world has lost its will
The sky turns pale, the sea a blur
No sun to set, no stars to stir
What once was bright, now fades to gray
And colors vanish, slip away
I seek the hues I used to know
The reds, the blues, the golden glow
But find only a silent space
Where shadows linger, leave no trace
For when the heart is faint and torn
The world outside feels cracked, forlorn
As colors drain, the soul, too, falls
Caught in the silence of its walls
So here I stand, in fading light
My life in growing blight
The world has drained, and so have I
A canvas pale beneath the sky
Once, the world was painted bright
Each hue a flame, each shade alight
The skies wore blues, the grass wore green
In every corner, life was seen
But slowly, softly, color drained
Like summer’s warmth before it rained
The vibrant reds began to fade
And joy, once bright, in shadows laid
The sun that shone with golden fire
Grew distant, cold—its spark grew tired
The earth, once rich, in vibrant blooms
Now whispered through the hollow rooms
Each step I take, the gray persists
A fog of doubt, a tightening fist
The flowers droop, the trees stand still
As if the world has lost its will
The sky turns pale, the sea a blur
No sun to set, no stars to stir
What once was bright, now fades to gray
And colors vanish, slip away
I seek the hues I used to know
The reds, the blues, the golden glow
But find only a silent space
Where shadows linger, leave no trace
For when the heart is faint and torn
The world outside feels cracked, forlorn
As colors drain, the soul, too, falls
Caught in the silence of its walls
So here I stand, in fading light
My life in growing blight
The world has drained, and so have I
A canvas pale beneath the sky
