It comes in every shade of grey
Our bleak future lying ahead
The last moments of color fleeting
At the head of the wave, we ride
Screams falling on deaf ears,
It is almost as if our we had lost
Before the battle had even begun

For our war is an uphill battle
Where everyone is one or the other
There is no middle ground here,
Only ground to be gained,
Ground to be lost?

The battle lines lurch slowly,
As our war is in the heart
Our war is in the soul,
We scream out, call out
We beg for aid, for help

What does the future hold for us?
The last of all the color fading fast
Yet we try passionately to bring color -
Brilliance back into our world
Before all is lost, and the war is over