No Trace of Black or Gray

Long and restless the days and nights are
An uphill task it is to endure the longest hour.
Worthless it won't be for the exhilaration we'll feel.
Restful shall my mind be, wounds of the past will heal.

An oasis of life would be the desert you walk on.
True would be our dream of relaxing in the fair lawn.
At peace would be my restless soul when I'll be with you.
I shall be with the one for whom I breathe, who loves me true.

Grave was my heart, it sought solace in you.
The words you speak, as sweet as morning dew.
This long and gruelling hour of darkness will end one day
.The colors will appear again with no trace of black or gray