Everything around her was black and white,
And her days were all the same.
They told her this was just the way life was.
They said she was only a dreamer.
A Voice within her told her there was more.
It said there was hope between dark and light,
Found in that instant called sunset.
At that moment the sky fills with Pink Clouds.
Pink Clouds promise fairy dust, sparkling castles,
Possibilities and treasure chests of hope.
She lived among the clouds,
Only in her dreams.
She awoke to another day of the same rules.
Suddenly she felt somethign in her hand,
As she unclasped her hand,
She discovered a piece of pink chalk.
The Voice told her to color a sunset,
And tell Them ... It could happen.
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