Gray to Black

It shuffles in on rainbows
the darkness we let in
it's cloaked in gray,
and glides so nicely in

we see and
we fear
we stare and stare
wondering how
it came to this
from gray to black
it seem too grow
feeding off our loss of hope

to hell if we may
but we can't let it stay
a choice is to be made
hope or hopeless
is all we can weigh

Gray To Black

The choice is between life and death,love and hate we all have the choice,Jesus or satan.Behold, He knocks at the door,let Him in.

Nice interpretation

You are right, those are the choices we have. The ones we choose are the ones that make us, us.

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