Colour Blind

I don't see how it matters
Should we be brindle, black, or white
After all our colour
Is governed by our sight

So in a world of darkness
We would be all the same
How can there be a difference
Our eyesight is to blame

So how about we take a look
See what goes on inside
So judge people by their character
And use no other guide

When I was young and friends of mine
Had different coloured skin
We never ever cared about
Which friend was out or in

Was just as we got older
We found this thing called race
We could not understand it
They said it was God's grace

Well I'm still of the old school
The colour of your skin
Does not colour our relationship
In mind you are my twin

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