A Teardrop of Grey

The grey society of monotone
Cried tears that slipped down cheeks
Isolation killed many alone
It left some hungry for weeks

Ponds were formed, then rivers, then lakes
The world was still of solitude
They couldn't take any breaks
A nonexistent future, they pursued

We are the grey society of monotone
We cried tears that slipped down cheeks
Isolation killed many alone
It left us hungry for weeks

We starve not from hunger
Not from thirst or success
But from the desire
To be the one that's the best

Now we four boys
Pretend to be united
We make the loudest of noise
To fuel the fire we lighted

One of us leads
One of us rows
One of us sees
One of us knows

There's no grey society of monotone
No more tears slipping down cheeks
There is nobody in isolation, alone
We have been dead for weeks

Yet we go and keep on going
Our monotone souls
Row and keep on rowing
Tears of society controls

We try our best to succeed
But the artist's hands don't tell the truth
You see what we want and not what we need
We're the last generation, last of the youth

We are portrayed
As young and naive
The actual truth is betrayed
But you won't believe

One of us leads
One of us rows
One of us sees
One of us knows

For we are the grey society of monotone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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