Is there anything out
There for us that's new?
We could see that the sky
Isn't always blue
A splash of color in life
Isn't always wrong
But then we're told to stay
In line and move along

Is this really what life
Is suppose to be like?
Will we find our true passions
If we aren't allowed to try?
Why does everything
Have to stay in black or white?
Is there room
On this paper for all the
Questions I need to write?

No there's not

I take a look at the stars
At night and I wonder
What's beyond the beyond
Does is stop, or go forever?
Questions that I can't answer so
I'll hold your hand instead
Wanna by your side
And just you in my head

Is this really what life
Is suppose to be like?
Will we find our true passions
If we aren't allowed to try?
Why does everything
Have to stay in black or white?
Is there room
On this paper for all the
Questions I need to write?

No there's not

There are too many questions
Without any answers
In the story of our lives
Who do we say are the authors?
There are no slaves
There are no masters
We are all equal
From before and hereafter
So let's live for today
There are no other choices

Is this really what life
Is suppose to be like?
Will we find our true passions
If we aren't allowed to try?
Why does everything have to stay
In black or white?
Is there room on this sheet of paper
For all the questions I need to write?

The answer's no!