The people I've met during the course of life
slowly moving in, quickly rolling out...

I can hear the rain
watch the branches move...

Their little hands
one day will be big...

Faded wallpaper
the floors are squeaking...

I have walked the floors
hallways whispering my name...

My life in darkness
it's almost like clockwork...

That moment when the picture reveals
we are having a boy...

If I can't paint what my eyes see
write how I feel...

A flower
sitting on the side of the road...

When our heart is sore
emotions are overly tired...

To you I am forgotten
but I am still here...

My mind is set on turbulent colors
a series of paint is splashing on the wall...