My heart is white
we haven't yet gotten into a fight
My father walks in and frowns
I feel the white slowly start to drown

My heart is red
from when my father hit me, I still have a bump on my head
my father walks in, and says I should go to hell
I think the red just definitly fell

My heart is blue
My father is no longer the man I once knew
As I grow older, I feel the color start to fade
Because from my fathers abuse, I can no longer be saved

MY heart is black
I stand and take all of my father's attacks
because of my father, my heart has lost its color tones
and now I am deserted, all alone....
 
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