No crown on his head but everyone knows
That he is king of his brightly colored folk
Kneeling at his feet they long to aid him through
Another of his color shifting sessions
Shed this skin of grey
And dress in color
Soothe this mind of grey
To dream in color
They whirl around him for a moment he shines
The brightest of them all only to fall and lose it again
Crying and screaming and writhing in pain
With only little colored marks on his hand
With all the work in vain
Shed this skin of grey
And dress in color
Soothe this mind of grey
To dream in color
What they don't see
His brightly colored folk
That their colors fade away
Become dull, with every of his
Color shifting sessions
Shed this skin of grey
And dress in color
Soothe this mind of grey
To dream in color