Little color in the room
I sit across the table in my boots
Feeling pretty light and useless
Lacking pride I am useless
Little color in the room
My story is one you'd want to know
One of a stranger dressed in fear
A man of sorrow full of fear
Little color in the room
Your glow in the corner is so cool
Like the sweet smile on your face
Or the joy presented on that face
Little color in the room
Your swagger is enough a boost
To the confidence I once had buried
And the smile with which it was buried
Little color in the room
You've brought joy to the sad room
Dressed in the joy you never thought to have
Clothed in authenticity the world never has
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A deeply meaningful poem. enjoyed thoroughly. Thanks.