As I light the white shabbat candles, saying prayers to hashem, I begin to pray golden Hebrew words as my pink nefesh begins to rise, as my blue red sharp pain begins to fade away.

I hear blue voices singing ידיד נפש, I see gold stones touching my white palm while a man looks at his siddur repeating the holy words of Hashem, while I begin to sway from side from side, I begin to cherish my brown roots.

My brown roots keep growing, as I keep taking each step along way seeing hashem in golden stones, seeing millions of tiny notes stick inside of yellow corners.

My blue eyes begin to wander believing roots will continue to sprout I will find my way inside black cracks, inside red roots where my friend with black hair begins to laugh and sing with me holding the golden bond sitting in our pink hearts.