Painting a Never Ending Story

Our eyes paint a never ending story.
Each of us have something to give.
Even the souls tinted black with terror.
Share with us how they would live.

Young souls seek blindly
for the power struggling within.
Who will one day discover the truth
And everything by which they are driven.

Dreams create our character
Obstacles create our pain.
But with our power burning so bright.
Suffrage shall drop like rain.

We spend little time in thought.
With so much more to learn.
Each day we fight our fire burns bright.
Rewarded with every goal we ever yearned.

My heart has stained my reason
I shall live to witness others
Pick up the brush, with no pressure or rush
let the mind wonder and see what it discovers.