Colours

If I could take my skin and leave it at the door

And you can't see colours anymore

Would heart be worth of fighting for

If I am not worth for your love then I am not worth for your abuse

Trust me this is not the colour I choose

The world seems darker than my colour when you feel it in my shoes

I smile and smile but smiles fade away

Looking at me you just change your way

Sometime I ask God am I any different

Even though I walk same and talk same

Why do they consider me a discrete shame

When I was a kid I always wanted to a play a king

But they said that this role don't suits your skin

 I used to cry within because I knew I can do better than him

But poor child never knew what's coming in

What he thought is the end was just a beginning

World is cruel and there is a fight to win

Prove them there is nothing like privileged skin