Colors of the soul
I hold a paint brush in my hand As I walk this lonely land I painted a beautiful picture for all to see And hid the pain inside of me
These colors swirl round and round And to that picture am I bound The pain - held inside And the love that almost died
Are hidden deep with in my soul Together they create a growing hole To me the picture is complete To me the system I have beat
But then you came walking past And tore up my canvas My picture is in pieces on the ground To it am I no longer bound
So now you see the true me And only you hold the key but please forgive me when I hold my brush in hand When we meet others across this land
For they will see and they will judge No inch shall they budge My lovely mask will be back up To guard the soul that almost gave up.
Sharonxdx · Fri Dec 10, 2004 @ 01:05am · 0 Comments |