Its not allowed by
the laws of the land

I want it
I want this
I don’t understand
Why cant God play a helping hand?

Why is it so wrong?
Who’s to say its not right?
I feel that it is.
So why don’t I put up a fight?
The moon wants the light
The sun wants the dark
The black more colorful
The white less stark
A constant trial in life
Is learning to live
Depriving yourself
Of what you could give
I know if I was granted this
I could contribute more
this could be the thing
Only I adore
But that’ll never happen
The sun will never fade
I will only continue dreaming
Of the blacks becoming less grey.