It's all grey.

The houses are grey,
The sky is grey,
The people are grey
and they never smile.

They never think,
They never question,
They never dream,
They never want,
They never laugh,
They never love,
They never believe.

They don't know about
trust and distrust,
They don't know about their leaders,
They only know to obey.
This used to be Petra's world,
but she's different now,
She found another world.

A world with colours, bright and beautiful,
A world with blue sky and
a sun that shines bright,
A world with blossoming flowers and
spreading green weed,
A world with wind and
rain ruffling the great trees,
A world with grand halls and windows,
sunspots playing games on wooden shiny floors,
A world with paintings and pictures
and fantastic statues in shining white,
A world with texts as beautiful to look at as to read,
bound in soft, smooth exquisite leather,
A world with many a strange and beautiful things,
things still without meaning and purpose,
but a lot of questions yet too know,
A world where only the ghost of the past linger's.

This is Petra's world now
and now she dreams in colour.