You with the sad eyes
don't be discouraged
Oh, I realise
it's hard to take courage
in a world full of people,
you can lose sight of it all
and the darkness inside you
can make you feel so small.
But I see your true colours
shining through.
I see your true colours
and that's why I love you,
so don't be afraid to let them show
your true colours
true colours are beautiful,
like a rainbow
Show me a smile then
don't be unhappy, can't remember
when I last saw you laughing.
If this world makes you crazy
and you've taken all you can bear
you call me up
because you know I'll be there.
And I'll see your true colours
shining through.
I see your true colours
and that's why I love you,
so don't be afraid to let them show
your true colours
true colours are beautiful,
like a rainbow.
Today, I caught myself singing as I walk. Don't know why, but I certainly don't mind. A little joy, no matter how insignificant or mysterious, can only do good.
"True Colours" by Cindy Lauper, one of the most beautiful songs I know. Wish I could let mine out from behind The Wall inside more often. I know they're pretty spectacular too.
Joy, in the Colour therapy world, is represented by the colour Orange. A colour I avoided like the Bubonic Plague. In the last month or two, I've been finding myself dressed in orange at least once a week. Love, represented by Pink. Hated pink! Couldn't stand it! Always considered women wearing pink, wussies. Now, at least twice a week, I look down, and observe the softer side of me, liking this emotionally loaded (for me) colour. Very strange. Curiouser and curiouser. I often wonder where all this is leading me, and getting impatient about arriving wherever I'm supposed to be. But then, I have to kinda talk myself down, knowing that I am exactly where I'm supposed to be, no matter how frustrating all this walking in circles are.
At least, I'm getting to know the person I could be, all orange and pink and softer. Like I am inside, way deep inside, where I've hidden it all.
