Shades of grey describe the times
When explanations are in short supply
No answer can be found at once
so things hang in the distant beyond

Nearer to home there's shades of green
where rhyme and reason can be seen
Feelings of safety and security in rooms
that don't present as doom and gloom

They don't present as doom and gloom
we're safe and secure in our private rooms

Times we dread are in shades of red
where dreams and nightmares fill the bed
So much that solace can't be found
in sleep or rest as fear abounds

In shades of blue and brown and gold
Are feelings good and strong and bold
I guess now that I'm growing old
that colours fade or so I'm told

The colours fade now so I'm told
A sign that I am growing old

But life in shades make sense to me
because what you get is what you see!