Innocent souls raised behind a closed door.
Where black and white are so easily differentiated.
As dawn calls the children,
As they sing there seemingly everlasting songs.
Joyous they gleam
Stainless they seem.
When opening the door became inevitable.
Their elders contended to warn
Their elders began to mourn
As they took it so lightly
As they so fervently yearned away.
to see new sights!
to feel the new world!
When fear struck and sickened their hearts
Their black and white merging
So hard to tell apart!
When the innocent's innocence drained.
Just as they were so fervently wishing,
Grey consumed their vision.
Their cry unheard
Where as their singing altered to shame.