Sometimes you're charcoal.

They say black n white films

But most of its gray

That's why gray is the color of clay

May have opinion

But made to relate

Neither nice or mean

Outside of it all but in between.

Your diamonds, look close,

A tint of gray they sparkle

Representation of the purest hearts In cased in bottles

Which we break.

That's why gray carries the cloud,

It takes others tears away

But the tears of its own,

When touched by others

Angry Misunderstandings muster.

This is why gray will forever be,

Your favorite color,

You never see.