My Repertory of Grey

Rearing the look from the sun
I would never know the latest
Day I woke up in the cold broke
That I promised, fading away, my light
Tell me, my repertory, if this will last
What more they want my pride to give
And why — I ask you why am I the only figure kept alive
They had to do what was to do and did what in the mind
Of a force known as the sense of man got banned and mystified…
So lead me back, my repertory of grey where I belong
And never can be in possibility to lose my weight
My inner peace, my way and when you, my repertory
Ever will turn from grey to freedom I forget
I will forget my fault
My fault, my very fault…