I am splattered paint, on an empty canvas.
I am the undrawn picture in an artist's mind...
You're careful and understanding
full of passion, love, and rejoice...
My hands were cold
He held them...
An Angel put out his hand
And asked for me to follow...
A child so young,
bony and starved...
Underneath this smile
lies a broken heart...
Step through the incandescent light,
of a door that holds a magical place...
After a while the door finally opened
Sis got me inside still battered and broken...
The day that I died was so long ago
It still haunts me now, more than you'll know...
I have watched people breaking, fall down and...
I've listened to and held heavy thought, cradled...
Such a pretty little porcelain doll
with a quaint smile painted in place...
On the silent lillac breeze
comes the promise of sweet dreams...