Mind

I once kept a book
And inside if you'd look
Be there ramblings or verse
Things from life that I took

Regardless, I'm a mind
And what's inside
Has to be alive

Call it what you want:
Red, Yellow, Blue
Some call it Grey

Awake from foreign bed
Rise to shaking a hand
"Thought you ought to know by now"
They said
But know what?

Craft things by your own for a change
That way what you preach
Will be that which you've learned

Then you can call it what you want:
Red, Yellow, Blue
Some call it Grey

Call it what you want
I say it's Grey



Credits
Writer(s): Aide Flores Rosas, Marcos Jonathan Mondragon Vera, Jose Luis Perez Ruiz, Gustavo Vargas Mojica
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