I once kept a book
And inside if you'd look
Be there ramblings or verse
Things from life that I took
Regardless, I'm a mind
And what's inside
Has to be alive
Call it what you want:
Red, Yellow, Blue
Some call it Grey
Awake from foreign bed
Rise to shaking a hand
"Thought you ought to know by now"
They said
But know what?
Craft things by your own for a change
That way what you preach
Will be that which you've learned
Then you can call it what you want:
Red, Yellow, Blue
Some call it Grey
Call it what you want
I say it's Grey