Without Your Colors

If you're not here, what else will stay,
Days go by in the grayest way,

Without your light, the skies are bare,
A hollow breeze, the loneliest air.

Life seems still, no dance, no zest,
An endless road with no place to rest,

In the silence, where echoes weep,
An eternal stretch, so steep and deep.

What's life but a blank canvas clear,
Without your colors to draw me near,

Just an echo in an empty hall,
Without you here, what's left at all?