If no one hears you

Whisper your secrets in the dead of the night,
Let the wind carry away, everything you hold;

Scream colours in a world of black and white.

When the painted life presents a sore sight,
Pressed on like a paper fold,
Whisper your secrets in the dead of the night.

And if no one sees your timorous fight,
your growing emboldened spirit of gold;
Scream colours in a world of black and white.

Your living will always be a glorious flight,
a tale of error and trial untold;
Whisper your secrets in the dead of the night.

Your languid bones will bear the plight,
to keep in heart the spring tenfold;
Scream colours in a world of black and white.

Time will bring you dark and Time will bring you light,
for one day when you're old,
whisper your secrets in the dead of the night.

Scream colours in a world of black and white.