My dad was grey, and my mom was red,

Simply, but cloudy, and

A storm and a fire, and I'm just a path,

I'm just a mix carries parts of both.

Two different worlds, yet under one sky,

I'm the reason their colours don't die.

Between their shadows I learned to grow,

Their story that world doesn't know.

I'm just a pink, not grey or red,

Girl who is not bad.

Just mad,

Learning to draw my own path instead.

The story shouldn't be told,

Or bold.

But simple, heaven doesn't lie,

Eyes don't, instead of sky.

You are not facing sky,

Not touching feeling deeply.

They are here, but not,

Like a memory I never forgot.

Like a whispers in the wind,

They fade but never end.

Still in my veins their colours stay,

Grey and red hurting a way.

A truth I can't rescind,

A story with no end.

Still in my heart their colours play,

Pink is the light I play.