Thrown around to the very pit of my extinction.

 the life in all is always greater.

The love in all is somehow faded.

Those who care refuse to speak.

 Thought six feet under still carry my song.

Like black and white films they do not understand

 they have the colors in their hands.

They play and watch in white and black

Oh the precious thing which they do lack

seems tackles and unwilling.

Only strong bear it now for the week have given up the feeling.