||There is so much grey to every story, nothing is so black and white.||

Some say you're as black as the black hole,

Or too pure like the white snow,

But the we're all a mix of black and white,

And if you have a really good sight,

You'll spot only grey.

Grey here and grey there

And grey everywhere.

You couldn't make the black blacker,

And the white whiter,

But you could have thousand hues of grey,

Like all the people are,

Some have their grey coats tinged with black,

And some have their grey hats spotted with white,

But the blackness won't receive grey because it wasn't black enough,

And the pure white couldn't bear to have someone slightly black,

So the grey stood here,

Teetering on edge, neither from the dark realm, 

Nor from the snow realm,

It had its own,

And that was where he belonged. 

And she loved him because she saw the white in his grey,

While they saw the black tinged in it.