The piano keys are black and white,
Fireworks only work at night,
Stars are dead in pure daylight,
Thoughts and dreams fall out of sight.
But amongst the bland are shades of grey,
Music works in colourful ways,
A run of chords played yesterday,
Their melodies life your fears away.
Fireworks replace the dying sun,
Stars are there and do live on,
Dreams will stay with everyone,
And when today is over, tomorrow will come.
Bursts of colour, an endless sea,
Let it go, what will be will be.
Embrace your life, and naturally,
It will be okay youll see.
Well get there and by and by
Way up there in a sun-dipped sky,
Youll soon realise that its not a lie,
We dont need a pair of wings to fly.
And fireworks light the end of day,
Black and white, when mixed, make grey,
If you fail they love you anyway,
Were all as one...and its okay.