If there is light in someone's eyes that guides them through the endless night. Why can't I see the morning star...

Now in the light we've arrived at noon and, so many colors had come through. still my soul could not bear to pick one or, or even two... light is light someone yelled.. but how could I choose?

To be to green or red, I did not understand why my friend had chosen one color above the rest. he cried to me and said: "why don't you pick a color? if you don't hurry up the light will cease, and all in all you won't have a light for me to see" I looked around and searched endlessly, but I still could not choose the one that was right for me.

evening fast approached bringing with it chills and a darkness that made everything quiet and still. My friend had left, because he had his light and it was red, and all his new fiends shared in his vision, which say the day and night painted in a crimson light... Left alone I fell into despair, my soul was darken, since it had no light to bare. Then I thought to myself blue green, yellow, black, white or even red... why should I care so much for the color of their head.

The night was here, and It was dark nothing could be seen not even the smallest glimmer of light.. and from the darkness arose a spark and eerie vision of menacing sight... it said: "relinquish all light, which you don't bare and I'll fill you with sparks which give off so much more flair" and I turned around but I could not see, where I was or where I'd been. So I fell to the ground with sorrow and fear. Since i could not understand why was i here...

I failed to pick a light, that's all I did because I did not want to belong to one shade or label or tab or color...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. How many more could i give, to express how sorry I was for failing to pick.

I want to be loved, and laugh and cry with the person I love most; in or outside the color of host.

I wan to live an life without regret before this light that I have gives out with no repair.... I want to sing and dance, and hold close the one that I love male or female; despite the color of their hair.

Now all that is gone, I am at the end and the color of this rainbow is about to give out its light, and mine for I have not found its glimmer to be who I am...

and at its peak of blackest night the light of dawn came crashing through... its light rose and filled with warmth placed an end to my cold and soulless night. for after all this fight of love, and and color, and measure in might I've finally come to see... my light was always there, in my heart, and mind my soul revealed that mine was a ring.... absent color, or deceptions mine was a ring of endless light.