A life with no colour,

Is a life full of sadness,

We have no pride in one life,

But we are never satisfied,

We live so many lives,

Over and Over,

Again and Again,

But we are still not satisfied,

But when the time we are satisfied,

We turn into stars,

And watch others on their journey,

To becoming stars themselves,

And its until our fire burns out,

In to ashes,

To start another journey,

But one no one can follow.