The colour of war, Is still the colour of love The colour of healing, Is the colour of blood It's the colour of unity, That drives us apart The colour of your anger, Is the colour of my heart. It's the colour of warmth, That is so deathly cold It's the colour of fear, That's so vibrant and bold It's riddled with pleasure, Still the colour of pain It's that feeling when sunshine, Turns into rain. It's the feeling of beauty, That has turned into hate RED
I describe myself with a biased perspective of course. One holds two images of oneself, the one in the mirror, and the one in the head. The one in the mirror affects the one in the head. If the image in the head is good the image in the mirror is good, but if the image in the mirror is good the one in head might not be so!!