Poetry is the soul on paper! |
Lord, how can I be forgiven
When you're as excited as I am...
I walked an old forgotten path winding beneath...
No birds, no leaves, no soft green grass, no...
I wish I could paint a picture
Of a field shrouded in purple night...
Painter, fetch your canvas
Use your knife to paint the sea...
Hide me away in colours
Let the world see that i'm fine...
If the moon, she were mine
To have and to hold...
Hide me away in colours
Let the world see that i'm fine...
I understand your disappointment
And your anger at the choices that I've made...
Painter, fetch your canvas
Use your knife to paint the sea...
I wish I could paint a picture
Of a field shrouded in purple night...
Let the emotion of poetry run free, don't let the words consume you inside out. |